Yes, I am decending to a new low, yes, I feel it spiraling out into everyone. Can you feel me gnawing away at your heart, and can you hear me when I scream, oh-oh?

You'd say "We need to talk. Sneak out, meet me on your block." I'd sit by you silent on the curb, what to say when there is not a word?

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence. Listen Ana, hear my words, they're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you.

I wanna live a vibrant life, but I wanna die a boring death.

Solomon had a point when he wrote Ecclesiastes. If nothing can be known, then stupidity is holy.

You called my bluff, I love you too much. Would you please stay with me?

I’ve always had an awkward relationship with creation. When I am capable of doing anything, I do too much. I will destroy myself if it means I’m going to make it perfect.

I hate that I let this drag on so long, I hate myself. I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell!

I tried to love you, but you're not my type. Tried to pretend, but it just don't feel right to be your number one.

A couple hours, yeah, it was good. I'd leave by fire escape if I could. But you're in my home, I took you here myself. And you came on your own, inside my unknown. Did you do it for me alone, or your own health?

If ever you come back, wherever you find your way to, and though it may not last, just know that I'll be here longing.

I have no faith in death to be anything at all.

Yes, I am decending to a new low, yes, I feel it spiraling out into everyone. Can you feel me gnawing away at your heart, and can you hear me when I scream, oh-oh?

You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in. You spin me around, and then you ask me not to spin.

Friendly fire, point-blank.

World moves on a woman's hips!

And we all need to... assimilate a little bit, so we can support each other with the things we share in common, like music, or political views, or sexual orientation. You need someone to tell you "Hey! It's all cool. It's cool man, I'm the same way myself."

And the song that was stuck in her head becomes all the words you forget.

When your walls go up, I hope that they're mirrored, so you can serve your sentence with somebody sympathetic.