I know that I am losing my grip.

Keep my hands on him, you mean. All right, son.

The one good thing about me is my left.

What if I put one of me fists in me pocket?

If you're late again this time, you're dead!

And I'm here today hoping that my reach will exceed my grasp.

Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of spears!

Since Belle Reve started to slip through my fingers. Honey, all of us do things...

I'm addicted, because even though I know I'm losing my grip on reality,

I'm addicted, because even though I know I'm losing my grip on reality, I still crave more.

I know you can't work your charms in the daytime, and when you couldn't go through that door, I knew I had you.