And the world’s got me dizzy again. You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin. And it only feels worse when I stay in one place, so I’m always pacing around or walking away.                   


[Bright Eyes]

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. 

Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.  

I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find. 

Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?

Left a bag of bones, a trail of stones
for to find my way home.
Now, as the air grows cold, the trees unfold
and I am lost and not found.
And who'd know?

I'd love to have his voice instead of mine.

Commitment phobia will turn you into an incredulous lunatic eventually. 
Likely you will become rather commitment disabled. And the worst thing to do about it is to 'know' it.
For to leave this vicious fuck circle you simply (!) need to forget who you are, what you want and what you think. Go ahead and try.

"So now we're dancing through the garden, and what a garden I have made, 

and now that death will grow my jasmine, I find it soothing I'm afraid."