Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I’m starting to forget your voice
And when are you going to get over the fact that if you take a chance, you might fall flat on your face? But that’s the best thing that can ever happen to you, as an artist and as a human being.
l don’t know. l guess l’m depressed. l don’t think it’s clinical, but l just can’t seem to have a normal healthy relationship with another person.
Society propagates this vision of people hooking up and staying together forever. ln reality, how often does that actually happen?