Whatever you do, however terrible,
however hurtful - it all makes sense,
doesn't it? Inside your head. You never
meet anybody who thinks they're a bad
or cruel person.
You put the past in a room, in the
cellar, and lock the door and just never
go in there? Because that's what I do.
In my case it's probably a whole building.

Then you meet someone special and all you
want to do is toss them the key, say open
up, step inside, but you can't because
it's dark and there are demons and if
anybody saw how ugly it was...

I keep wanting to do that - fling open
the door - let the light in, clean
everything out. If I could get a huge
eraser and rub everything out...

... starting with myself.