"..."
Don walks off the stage and sits on the floor
Kaz: ...
He quietly picks up his guitar and tunes it. It seems like he's almost...responding to what Don just sang. He starts singing, and it sounds incredibly raw and vulnerable, powerful and broken.
Kaz:
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me? Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me? And all the people say "You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline" Oh, oh, oh, oh I think there's a flaw in my code Oh, oh, oh, oh These voices won't leave me alone...Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.