I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work, 我有一个朋友，他主要是由痛苦。他醒来时，驱动器的工作，

and then straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper. 然后直接回家了。他曾经砍了我的恶梦三分之一的纸。

I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover. 我认为这是美丽的，我把它放在一个记录覆盖。

And I tried to tell him he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent. 我想告诉他，他有色彩，构图等等宏伟的感觉。

And he said "Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. 他说： “谢谢你，但请你阿谀奉承是真正没有成为我的。

Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me. 你的眼睛是穷人。你是盲目的。你看，没有美女可能来自我。

I am a waste of breath, of space, of time." 我是白费口舌，空间，时间。 “

I knew a woman, she was dignified and true. Her love for her man was one of her many virtues. 我认识一个女人，她是有尊严的和真实的。她对男人的爱是她的许多优点之一。

Until one day, she found out that he had lied and she decided the rest of her life, 直到有一天，她发现了他说了谎，她决定了她的一生，

from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened. 从这一点上来说将是一个谎言。但她很感激曾经发生的一切。

And she was anxious for all that would come next. But then she wept. 而她急着为所有会来下一次。但后来，她哭了。

What did you expect? In that big, old house with the cars she kept. 你是怎么想到？在这种大的，老房子与汽车，她不停。

"Oh!" and "such is life," she often said. With one day leading to the next, “哦！ ”和“生活就是这样， ”她常说。最高一天通往下一个，

you get a little closer to your death, which was fine with her. 你会得到一点点接近你的死亡，这是罚款和她在一起。

She never got upset and with all the days she may have left, 她从来不生气了，并与所有的日子里，她可能已经离开了，

she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best. 她永远不会打扫另一个烂摊子或折叠他的衬衫或寻找她最好。

She was free to waste away alone. 她是自由的孤独浪费了。

Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove. And this cop pulled him off to the side of the road. 昨天晚上，我哥他喝醉了酒，开车。而这个警察把他关到路边。

And he said, "Officer! Officer! You have got the wrong man. 他说： “主任！官！你得到了错误的人。

No, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand!" 不，不，我是医学的学生，银行家的儿子，你不明白！ “

The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful. And your carelessness, 该警察说， “没有人受伤，你应该心存感激，而你的粗心，

it is something awful. And no, I can't just let you go. And though your father's name is known, 这是什么可怕的。不，我不能就这么让你走。虽然你父亲的名字是已知的，

your decisions now are yours alone. You're nothing but a stepping stone 你现在的决定是你的。你只是一个敲门砖

on a path to debt, to loss, to shame." 在路径的债务，损失，汗颜“ 。

The last few months I have been living with this couple. 在过去的几个月里，我一直生活在这对夫妻。

Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles. They fit together, like a puzzle. 是的，你知道，谁在双打买到一切的那种。将它们组合在一起，就像一个谜。

And I love their love and I am thankful that someone actually 我喜欢他们的爱，我很感激，确实有人

receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. 接收被承诺的那些童话故事的迷药我们的奖赏。

And they still do me. I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy. 他们还是做了我。我生病了，孤独的，没有桂树，只是绿色的羡慕。

Will my number come up eventually? Like Love is some kind of lottery, 将我的号码拿出最终？就像爱情是某种彩票，

where you can scratch and see what is underneath. It's "Sorry", 在这里你可以从头开始，看看是下面。这是“对不起” ，

just one cherry, "Play Again." Get lucky. 只是一个樱桃， “再玩一次。 ”很幸运。

So I have been hanging out down by the train's depot. No, I don't ride. 所以我一直挂下来的列车的车厂。不，我不坐。

I just sit and watch the people there. And they remind me of wind up cars in motion. 我只是眼睁睁地看着那里的人。他们提醒拉闸汽车运动我。

The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions. 他们旋转的方式，反过来和骑师的位置。

And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense. 我想尖叫，这一切都是无稽之谈。

All your lives one track, can't you see it's pointless? 所有其他生命的轨迹，你看不出来这是毫无意义？

But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and 但后来，我的膝盖下我给。我的头感觉虚弱，

suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity. 突然很清楚地看到，这是不是他们，而是我，谁已经失去了我的自我认同。

As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, 当我躲在这些书我读，而涂鸦我的诗歌，

like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. 喜欢艺术可以节省像我这般无助，一些理想的意识形态，没有人希望能做到。

And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me. 而且我从来没有真正的;这是我的只是一个草图。

And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time. 所有的一切都我做的时间陈腐又便宜又浪费涂料，胶带， 。

So now I park my car down my the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples. 所以，现在我把车停了我的大教堂，在那里泛光灯点起来的尖塔。

Choir practice was filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo. 合唱团练习里就塞满了人。我听到的声音逃逸的回声。

Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels. 倾斜了一定的角度天花板。当声音融入他们听起来像天使。

I hope there is some room still in the middle. 我希望有一些空间仍然在中间。

But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven. 但是，当我举起我的声音了，现在来达到这些目标。范围过大，这样在天上。

So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off. 所以，我认为我的舌头，忘了这首歌，系鞋带，开始走了。

And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God 并尝试只是继续前进，用我破碎的心脏，我的上帝缺席

and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul... 我没有信心，但它是所有我想要的，被人爱，相信我的灵魂，我的灵魂......