"I wake up and I'm not so mad at Twitter now. Livin' sucks but it's sucking just a little now. And I don't wanna cry no more. So I set my bar real low."
Don is smiling? He notices Kaz
"I'm a-aaaaaaaayyyyyy you. Weirdo. From the graveyard what are you doing here?"
He quickly stops smiling and goes back onto the ground throwing the guitar away
"I was just... working out my... fingers... how long were you standing there exactly?"
He starts strumming and singing, ignoring Don. He sounds really good, despite his voice being raspy. He's a really good guitar player-he's been doing it for A LOT of years.
Kaz: My lover's got humor-he's a giggle at a funeral-know's everybody's disapproval-I should've worshipped him sooner-if the heavens ever did speak-he's the last true mouth piece-every Sunday's getting more bleak-a fresh poison each week-we were born sick, you heard them say it...
