You picked this car— picked me— not to feel anything.

You're like me: The past is the only place left for us.

Everybody wants to be forgiven. It's a simple transaction.

Even if I make it to my destination I'm still not home.

We’re going to make mistakes, hurt each other.

“That guy there… he looks like you!”

It's alchemy, my boy— art, a camera.

“Let me be her.”

“All the mirror eyes closed.”

Listen, there’s something at the end of this road that you don’t want to find.

Had a good start