Jenny Lewis Quotes

I used to think, if I could realise I'd die
Then I would be a lot nicer
Used to believe in a lot more
Now I just see straight ahead
That's not to say I don't have good times
But as for my days, I spend them waiting...

Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
And crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you love things just because
Like the sick and dying

And sometimes when you're on
You're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence

When you jump up the Earth wants you back.

And it's bad news, I don't blame you
I do the same thing, I get lonely too
And you're bad news, my friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news...

I had one friend in high school, recently he hung himself with string, His note said "If livin' is the problem, well that's just baffling." And at the wake I waited around to see my ex-first love,
And I barely recognized her but I knew exactly what she was thinkin' of
.We sat quietly in the corner, whisperin' close about loss,
And I remembered why I loved her and I asked her why I drove her off.

I read with every broken heart
We should become more adventurous

I've had enough of breakdowns and diagrams—
Judging from picture books, apparently Heaven is a partly cloudy place.

And you're not happy but you're funny and I'm tripping over my joy. I just keep on gettin up again.

It's all of the good that won't come out of us and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, if we keep shaking them standing here on this frozen lake.

I do this thing where I think I'm real sick but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it cause they make you stay real still in a real small space as they chart up your insides and put them on display. They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it; All the good that won't come out of me...

There's blood in my mouth
Cause I've been biting my tongue all week I keep on talking trash
But I never say anything
And the talking leads to touching
And the touching leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left