People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.

Light up, light up as if you have a choice.
… All I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little heads.
… Have heart, my dear, we’re bound to be afraid.

you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.