I Have No More Idea Now Of

Here's What Breaks Us: Even Though We Know Better, We Still Want Everything To Be All Right.

We Walk Into A Bar, And You're Aware Of All The Eyes On You. We Walk Into A Bar, And I'm Aware Of All The Eyes On You, Too. For You, This Translate Into Confidence. But Me? All I Can Feel Is Doubt.

This Isn't Even Something I've Feared, Because I Never Knew It Was A Possibility.

Deep Breaths. I Am Taking Deep Breaths. Composure. Which, For Me, Means Composing... Maybe This Is My Way Of Creating The Illusion Of Control Over Something I Have No Control Over. Like, If It's Just A Story I'm Telling Or A Song I'm Singing, Then I'll Be Okay Because I'm The Guy Who's Providing The Words.

Love Is Tied To Truth. I Think Of Them As Unhappily Conjoined Twins.