When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.
I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.
I dream of summing everything up in the greatest sentence ever written.
My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.
Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?