You never win

Near the rack, you want to be baobab.

But baobabs don't know the color of the wheat fields.

Somebody That I Used to Know

"Now and then, I think of when we were together,
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die.
Told myself that you were right for me,
But felt so lonely in your company.
But that was love, and it's an ache I still remember.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
Like resignation to the end, always the end.
So when we found that we could not make sense,
Well, you said that we would still be friends.
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over."

What the oracle says

What a strange thing it is, to love and to lose.

To share your soul with another, and then to part ways.

To see them in the world, but not to know them.

To feel the bond that once was, now broken.

To be strangers, after being lovers.

How can we forget so easily what we once felt so deeply?

How can it be?

That's the moral of the story

"So I never really knew you

God, I really tried to

Blindsided, addicted

Felt we could really do this

But really I was foolish

Hindsight, it's obvious

Talking with my lawyer

She said, "Where'd you find this guy?"

I said, "Young people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes"

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

In the end, it's better for me

That's the moral of the story"