Music is my lover
I will spend my whole life trying to understand her
and yet she’ll always remain a mystery to me
She drives me mad
but brings me so much joy
that I don’t mind
Music is my lover
I will spend my whole life trying to understand her
and yet she’ll always remain a mystery to me
She drives me mad
but brings me so much joy
that I don’t mind
You don’t have to hold a bullhorn
to be a rebel
I find it striking that us addicts
are simultaneously the most fucked-up people
and the wisest
I loved you so much
and it’s such a shame
that love wasn’t enough
to save us
I’ve been getting into Leonard Cohen lately,
and it makes me think of you.
You were the first person to introduce me to him
with You Want It Darker
all those years ago.
This might sound crazy
given the trauma you caused me,
but sometimes I feel like
the greatest tragedy of your transgressions
was losing you as a friend—
a choice I had to make
in order to heal.
It’s the fact that I can’t reach out to you today
and tell you how right you were about Cohen:
”I’m really starting to get it now—
he truly is incredible.”