Inferior at BestIf you were
To pretend to be
Half of what
You've done for me,
You still would be
Over twice as good
As what I am.
Breaking On (Breaking Down the Moving Up)It's very odd, moving on.
It's like framing your tears and hanging them on the wall.
You can burn all the letters;
Break all the LPs.
You can smash the figurines
And rip apart the stuffed toys.
What good will it do?
If you wrote your life in pen, would you try to fix the mistakes by destroying the pen?
Don't cover it up.
Don't destroy it.
Treat it like an heirloom. It's a souvenir.
If you're ashamed of the event, ashamed of the heritage, you destroy it. That's okay.
But it won't make the pain go away.
It won't accomplish anything but the temporary satisfaction like that of indulging yourself in the rations.
Behind your eyes is history.
Behind your eyes is pain.
Behind your eyes is experience.
Behind your eyes is a reflection.
Behind your eyes is a brain.
Why aren't you using it?
So he was a dick; so she was a bitch.
They could say the same of you.
It's a breakup.
Not a breakapart.
Don't let it become one.