you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.