My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.
I want to get old gracefully. I want to have good posture, I want to be healthy and be an example to my children.
My logic's been drowned in a sea of emotion.
Nothing in your life is beyond redemption.
I realize that nothing's as it seems.
I don't need to manufacture trauma in my life to be creative. I have a big enough reservoir of sadness or emotional trauma to last me.