"If you knew I was dying, would it change you? If you knew I was dying would it change anything?"
I have a reason. That's the reason I'm going to die.
"When I fly solo, I fly so high...don't touch me now."
They talk about the "answers." They temporarily satisfy their curiosity by drawing seemingly logical conclusions. What do you know? Sometimes I like to think there's nothing to be found.
Are you tired of being alone?
I feel like a funeral.
Shake it out.
I fucking miss you, so much.
Dude, I'm so fucking nostalgic right now. I miss you and all our crazy shit.
My heart's in my throat. It itches and I can't speak. Maybe I'll shower...rinse with listerine. Fuck.
I'm moving. Soon. Really soon.
It's about time for another disappearing act. I'm sooo fucking good at that.
Stop waiting for me. I don't deserve it.
I'm so much better flying solo.
Maybe I'll fake my own death. That's sort of like trying to resurrect a dead scene though. Fuck this bus. I'm not indefinite, I've got a life span, albeit short.
You're just a glitch.
I am just a glitch.