and we left the piano in the truck
i am thinking about you. i know you're not thinking about me. i want someone else to think about. you didnt mean anything. i guess thats why its easy to think about you.

i want to be a marla. but i will forever be someone else. someone not half as cool. someone more real. reality. a marla in real life would face a lot more ridicule and mocking. in movies she's cool... but in real life, she just wouldnt have the same lighting. the right scenes. it would never work. trust me.

its all about the right scenes. im missing them. do they exist? the scenes i want to act in? i doubt it. and you tried to play the part... on the day that broke your heart

you oughtta know by now