"I wouldn't know what to do with another chance
If you gave it to me
I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance
It'd race right through me
I'm much better off the way things are
Much much better off, better by far, by far
I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice
It'd roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask me
I'm much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on
How can I fight, when we're on the same side
How can I fight beside you"- Fiona Apple, The Way Things Are
On one hand its weird to reject the lovely nuances of romance and the state of being in love. On the other hand, its not like God himself descended from the heavens and required that you do. And just because you are born with a certain genitalia doesn't mean that you have to lean one way more than the other.
I'on know, man.
Forget it.
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