Some kind of...
I want to say, "I'm just at a place in my life when I can't really have anything for myself. I'm empty and broken and caught between who I was and who I'll be..." and not sound like a whiny brat. This, however is impossible, so I won't try. Finally understand the lyrics to "You Can Call Me Al," as I can't have much, but I can have a bodyguard. I can call you Betty...
Now is the time when we dance, we dance and we laugh and we toast the end of this time of ending and leavings. Now my turn to go away, to leave instead of being left. I'd rather gotten used to passivity. Trading secret valentines with bad ideas just ain't enough, ladies and gents. So lets make everything as pretty as we can, drape this town in the fruits of my madness and folly and take off before the dust settles.
Now is the time when we dance, we dance and we laugh and we toast the end of this time of ending and leavings. Now my turn to go away, to leave instead of being left. I'd rather gotten used to passivity. Trading secret valentines with bad ideas just ain't enough, ladies and gents. So lets make everything as pretty as we can, drape this town in the fruits of my madness and folly and take off before the dust settles.