The truth is, everybody holds more sanity than I do

(It's December...)

I know

(What are you doing? Why are you still here)

You know.

(... you are nothing, nothing, nothing swaying in the wind)

And you'd be nothing, if it weren't for me.

(Yes. But you'd be lower than nothing if it weren't for me.
You'd be dead.
You'd have given up years ago
and drunken yourself sick
and puked yourself dead
and burned yourself down.
I'm far from your sanity,
but I hold more of it than you.)

Oh, leave me alone.

(Gladly)

...
...
...
Where are you?

(Everybody leaves.)