Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anybody deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

“i don’t think you notice when you see my face i guess you’re waiting to spin me around again wheels i guess are turning somewhere inside my head i know that this is deeper than you get. ..so much for talking, it’s all been said before; i’m hearing something, but i wish you’d just say more.”

You can’t keep safe what wants to break.