Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I’m kind of getting the concept of closure. It’s no big dramatic before-after. It’s more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you’re sad, but you can’t be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there’ll be other vacations, other good times.