In the end, your past is not my past and your truth is not my truth and your solution - is not my solution.
She loved you in the morning because the day was new.
It's a funny thing about rap, that when you say 'I' into the microphone, it's like a public confession. It's very strange.
Each couple is its own vaudeville act.
You're a library of me.
Surely there is something to be said for drawing a circle around our attention and remaining within that circle. But how large should this circle be?