I suppose I'm still broken and angry. It took me five seconds to come back to Rufus wainwright's "14th Street"

You walked me down 14th Street, for the doctor to meet, after thoughts of the grave, in the home of the brave, and of the weak.
Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?... Couldn't you have saved a minor part? I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden. Damn you, I guess I'll have to get a new one