The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.
Boredom is the only sure cure for neurosis.
I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.
Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.
My father was a patriarch inside a matriarchy, but never knew it.
Birth dates and bathroom scales tell more truth than I want to know.