Somehow everything I own smells of you, and for the tiniest moment it's all not true

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?

It's what everyone wants when they're breaking someone's heart: to be rid of the person and yet absolved of guilt, of the unhappiness they've caused. They want their rationalizations heard and gulped up by the wronged, and they want their victims to go away, peacefully. To never be haunted again.

You know you've checked into Heartbreak Hotel for real when you feel less desirable than uncooked fish.

Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.