Those are just things you've done, not who you are.
People make mistakes, you know.
Who you are is just fine, more than fine.

And I can't quite pinpoint where it left or what for
Love always steps lightly away from the door

I've got all these problems, none with solutions
Been in and out of some nice institutions.

Sometimes apologies don't mean a thing, like at four in the morning when you're in bed sleeping. You don't need a phone conversation to wake you up, to bring you down. Because when it's over, we both know.

I'm still here because I've got nothing else to do. You're an assshole, but I'm getting used to you. I like the fact that you talk incessantly. You like me so you try and make me feel like shhit. I think it's kind of funny, I kind of enjoy it.

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free, that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

I like my body with your body,
It's so easy, I'm not even trying.

You took for granted all the times I never let you down.

I am always sad. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world then who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.