Girl, Interrupted

Razors pain you, rivers are damp... acid stains you, drugs cause cramp... guns aren't lawful, nooses give... gas smells awful, you might as well live.

We live in a time of doubt. The institutions we once trusted no longer seem reliable.

— Now what kind of tree can you be, Janet, down there on the floor?
— I'm a fucking shrub, all right?

Just play something. If talking did shit, we'd be out of here by now.

When you don't want to feel... death can seem like a dream. But seeing death really seeing it makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous. Maybe there's a moment, growing up... when something peels back... maybe we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds.

Some advice, okay? Don't point your fucking finger at crazy people!

Crazy isn't being broken...or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me... amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the '60s. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted. Put her in restraints. Withdraw blood for tox.