Now
What?
—given you a name only I know. It’s not as good as it was, but soon enough, I shall be sure to forget one of the two.
Karma is the (disastrous) concatenation of actions (of their causes and their effects).
It’s not well understood.
You want to always be above the situation, but stars align in a sky full of stars; lies are only ever the truths that fail to entertain.
You know the record.
Is it not easier going forward knowing there is no turning back? Then, let’s do things wrong, let things go wrong! Don’t worry until it’s too late, and then it’s too late to worry.
You can’t put the past behind you; it’s buried in you. Just anything won’t do.
You know the record.
The waiting may well prove preferable to when the waiting will be over, but staying here this way, you will forget me.
Won’t you?
Won’t you?
Won’t you?
Won’t you?
Won’t you?
You are something, and I, nothing.
Nothing in a vacuum.
Where does the world go when you close your eyes? If a thing is somewhere, it can’t be everywhere. Oblivion many times a minute.
Won’t you?
Actions speak louder than words.
You know the record.
Trespass and penalty are equally needed. When things fail, someone pays; one to bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things.
You know the record.
To have hope is foolishness, but not to is cowardice; bravery means not freedom from fear but seeking fear and bearing it; nothing has value until someone pays; nothing has value until the asshole pays.
Nothing in a vacuum.
What one learns too late doesn’t bring experience; it brings unhappiness.
You know the record.
Won’t you?
What does it take to be something?
Is there such a thing as an Irish return?
Like I never left.
I remember, I liked what you said; I forget what it was.
Like making eye contact without any eyes or faces.
Like looking someone in the face and having them look back.
Like I never left.
For this just one hour, I am grateful to you.
You are something, and I, nothing.
Not even star crossed.
When you smile, you become part of me.
Love is as good a name for the baby as any.
I loved you a long time ago. I loved you such a long time ago.
You are something, and I, nothing.
Let’s say it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen, but it’s still true. I never loved you because you were good, but because you are part of me. I never loved you. I never loved you because.
You are something, and I, nothing.
You know the record.
It’s not well understood.
Like making eye contact without any eyes or faces.
Like looking someone in the face and having them look back.
Like I never left.
For this just one hour, I am grateful to you.
As if I could just reach out and—
Feeling like the world is falling and I am rising
All right well all right well all right