According to the Cure’s Robert Smith:
“If only I thought of the right words/I could’ve held onto your heart/If only I thought of the right words/I wouldn’t be breaking apart all my pictures of you.”
But according to Fastball, “You know there’s always more than one way/To say exactly what you mean to say.”
My diagnosis, Mr Smith: you probably said what you meant to say to the abstract girl that I’m always thinking about when “Pictures of You” plays, very eloquently (even more than you give yourself credit for) if I may add, but the situation was beyond the point were words and promises could have saved this relationship with this abstract girl that I’m always thinking about when “Pictures of You” plays. Not even the great William Shakespeare could have saved your relationship with his flowery and overtly sexual poetry. So please, don’t beat yourself up over it and stop staring at the pictures. There are other things you can be doing right now – like taking pictures for example.
Language won’t save the world. It has never changed feelings when it matters the most – and its speakers contradict themselves too much.
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