there’s one thing i want to say, and so i’ll be brave. you were what i wanted; i gave what i gave. i’m not sorry i met you, i’m not sorry it’s over, i’m not sorry there’s nothing to say.
i’m not sorry there’s nothing to say.
gratuitous stars lyrics are gratuitous. they can be applied to a number of people, places, things. a succint and plainly unapologetic account of the transient nature of human experience.
sometimes, even in the midst of all the lingering questions and bittersweet memories, there really isn’t anything to say. and that’s okay. it has to be okay.
another night, another paper i should be writing. i have to work in approximately 8 hours, for 7 hours, and then i have a 4 hour window between getting off work and having to submit said paper.
i guess i’ll go ponder the merchant of venice in the shower.