“I guess there's so much more I have to learn,But if you're here with me, I know which way to turnYou always give me somewhere, somewhere I can run,You make it real for me”

“I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.”

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”

“Turning all this over in my mind, I started to imagine another me somewhere, sitting in a bar, nursing a whiskey, without a care in the world. The more I thought about it, the more that other me became the real me, making this me here not real at all.”

“Hard, sharp, ticks. I hate them. Measuring thought, infinite space, by cogs and wheels. Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that — I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much — so very much to learn.”

“That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.”