Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostagic and hopeful all at the same time.
Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.
I'm a good person. In most ways. But I'm beginning to think that being a good person in most ways doesn't count for anything very much, if you're a bad person in one way.
...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.
You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.