I'd Have Liked To Have Leant Against

Don't Remember Me As Too Nice Or Beautiful Or Funny, Because Then You'll Be Disappointed.

I Won't Write My Autobiography Because I Never Had An Affair With Frank Sinatra, And If I Had Had, I Wouldn't Tell Anyone.

I'd Have Liked To Have Leant Against Walls In Thrillers.

This Can't Last. This Misery Can't Last. I Must Remember That And Try To Control Myself. Nothing Lasts Really. Neither Happiness Nor Despair. Not Even Life Lasts Very Long.