No one will love you until you love you.
They speak as though it’s truth.
That’s not true, they’ll love you – you’ll just never feel it.
That’s just how I’m thinking.
I’ll never say that I know what I’m talking about.
I am clear, I love it.
Funny, where have I been my whole life?
Insane, the things that brought me here.
Well, I guess here I am.
You tell yourself stories until they’re true.
When you realize the stories you tell you
all have the same ending
you’ll know you’ve been writing the wrong thing.
I’ve never understood what those sentences meant.
My bad, I wasn’t right.
I told you that. I wasn’t wrong.
The constant state of here and there
really brought me everywhere.