why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

And I told you: I think of a photograph you took of me, up in Montreal. You told me to jump in the air, so in the picture, my feet are off the ground. Later, I asked you why you wanted me to do that, and you told me it was the only way to get me to forget about the expression on my face. You were right. I am completely unposed, completely genuine. In my mind’s eye, I picture myself like that, reacting to you.