The saddest thing that I can possibly think of is a dead bird, they make me think about how no matter how free you are, one day you will die.

Well aren't you a waste of two billion years of evolution.

You've got magic inside your fingertips
It's leaking out all over my skin.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.