Chasing vodka with cigarettes.

[Brownlie]

I'm feeling murderous.

You let me become your mistake.

And I guess I'm so full of rage
because I'm bothering to be a good person--

but I'm not.
And you, you're definitely not.
In that way, we're perfect for each other.

I think you're capable of better things... Note that I haven't accomplished great things either.