Kaz: ...
He just walks over and picks up the guitar. He leans back against the wall and starts tuning it
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...