Release the Stars

The more that you fight, the more they will scrutinize and realize... that you're exactly where you didn't want to be. And it feels good. It feels like you were supposed to be here the whole time. I am noticing a trait in the way I handle things--too passive. No one can read my mind so I've got to speak it--or single-handledly ruin any chances I may have for happiness. We're not obsessed with the shape of things. I'm sorry for what I've done, the time I wasted, but I ended up in the same forest in a boat anyway. This isn't making very much sense. But I get it.