But, does everyone know that you are more fucked up than me?
Well, I know that. And you know that. But our purpose is to tell everyone else.
Oh, the lessons to be learned from Malcolm In The Middle
You should focus on what you want out life:
Today I went for a walk with my guitar, and ended up jamming for over an hour in a driveway with a pretty savvy old bassist named Larry and his girlfriend, and apparently I’ve got “Chops” :)
Good day much?
Fuck ”I Love you”.
Those three words will never be true, the definitions are too fucked up; you can’t say it without setting off this huge chain reaction of connotations and expectations that just destroys any meaning it might have had to begin with.
Stick to the facts. I won’t say I love you, and I won’t say I need you. Because neither of those statements is true at the end of the day.
But I’ll say that I want you, and I’ll say that you make me happy, and I will say that I’ll be lonesome when you go, all those things are true, and a hell of a lot less neurotic than “I love you”.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I keep listening to Bob Dylan.
In fact we’re in the exact same place.
So why the hell are we so far apart?