And yet, my dear, how is what you do any better or any more insightful?
You still rely on grace. You have always relied on grace.
Shouldn't it be time you offered grace as well? Without that grimace on your face? Without that half-smile, that hidden smirk?
Is it only about the songs, or about the heart behind it?
Is there depth behind any thing you say?
Is there a heart?
Or are you merely words and music?
You. Are. Good.
You have ever been.
What more is there to say?