So?
What happens now? All those songs you wrote with strange words: fitting me into your clockwork jewellery box performance, stringing me along the necks of all your 2nd-hand guitars & tuning me to your dreams; All those hours listening to you talk on & on about you defining me, dissecting, invading my privacy, watching you walk around & around, all about you leading the way to your (mirage) future. So? What happens now that I'm not there anymore to go nowhere with you? from 'The End' in Goodbye Songs & Thank-you Notes
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