Well then get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it's together. ...and if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere ya know? Take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in a shit museum. I don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together... Get your shit together. Vamos esculachar! Get off the high road Summer. We all got pink eye because you wouldn't stop texting on the toilet. Bombs away! Yeah, well, that's just, like, your opinion, man. Revenge fantasies never work out the way you want. So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings. This aggression will not stand, man. The road goes ever on and on

Will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end? The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.

It’s just, eventually we’re all gonna move on. It’s called growing up.