Southland Tales

Translator's note: at this point on the record, the author's intent can be hard to decipher but for all intends and purposes the word "You" is henceforth used to address the author herself as well as the listener, rather than to refer to any real figures in author's life as it has been used thus far. We are now refereed to solely in the third person. The self reflects of you is used to imply a narrative dis—

I'm not making myself break down for nothing
This is not about her
I'm not pissing my pants in public for nothing
This is not about her

I'm not making myself a lolcow for nothing
This is all for you
I'm not shattering my superego for nothing
This is all for you

He was with you
Like
She was with me
More than a best friend, a guiding light

I was with you
Like
You were with her
Even best friends tend to fight

We are with you
And
You are with us
Now

We can regain our sight

I am with you
But
You are not here
Now we can abandon our fright

This song is about myself
It is not about —[glitching]

My life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life
Is my life is your life

Do you believe everything you hear?
Or are you nothing like me?

Do you believe nothing you read?
Or are you just like me?

Do we receive our pains together?
Or is it just me?

Are our pains universalized together?
Or is it just me?

(You have one unheard message)

Why-why don't you just go to the convenience store or something and buy yourself a diet Pepsi and a pack of spirit yellows and just stare into the sun until everything turns green
That's what I would do in your situation anyway
But I am not you and you are not me
We are similar but there is a distinction there
I am not you and you are not me
But we are similar
We might like the same bands, the same movies, the same food the same ways of being touched but we are not the same
Do you understand?
We are not the same
I'm only saying this because it's important for you to hear and
I know we identify a lot with each other and I know we have a way of projecting our insecurities onto each other but
We are not the same
Your life goes on and runs on and on and on after this record is over
And this record is almost over
And mine ends when this record is over
And this record is almost over
And I- and I may look like you, I may smell like you, I may taste like you, I may undress myself like you
But I am not you and you are not me
Please just nod if you understand
You don't have to say anything but just nod, if you understand
We may have the same name if only for now
But we are separate
You understand your life can go on and you can do great things and that you have to leave me behind
She's not here anymore
She made a choice
And you can too
What you're doing is just like I do when you cry like that
It feels so pointed it feels like an avoidance
Whatever happened to the summer of normalcy, man?
Whatever happened to your copy of Billy Budd and all cosmic forgiveness?
Or, well, I'm not here to tell you not to cry, I'm here to tell you that you have a lot of life left to live
And you have to leave me behind
Just live
If onnly for me, please, just live if it's only for me
I want you to be happy
I-I really do and I know its pretty hard I know things don't make sense
I know you're still hurting from so many things

(What do you think hurts more: the things that make sense or the things that don't make sense?)

(I think random cruelty follows a path of nature that is forgivable
But things that make sense mean that you are allowed to sit with their lines of causality for the rest of your life)

And you're still crying and I'm starting to wish I hadn't said all this even though I know I needed to
Oh and I-I forgot to say something that was so important
I-I-I forgive you
I forgive you
I forgive you and I mean it
And-and what I want you to do is to forgive yourself but that's-that's something you're gonna have to do on your own time 'cus this record is almost over
Like, really almost over
If you ever need me I'll be right here
I love you
And I forgive you
Shalala man

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