It´s hard to rely on my good intentions
When my head´s full of things that I can´t mention
Seems I usually get things right
But I can´t understand what I did last night

It´s hard to rely on my own good senses
When I miss so much that requires attention
Have to laugh at myself sometimes
And I can see that I´m not blind

There´s little relief
Give us reprieve
For all the things I´ve left behind
I´m positive that I´m not blind

I´m not afraid things won´t get better
But it feels like this has gone on forever
You have to cry with your own blue tears
Have to laugh with your own good cheer

It´s hard to rely on my good intentions
When my head´s full of things that I can´t mention
Seems I usually get things right
But I can´t understand what I did last night

There´s little relief
Give us reprieve
Imagining the world outside
I´m positive that I´m not blind

I can´t be hard on you
´Cause you know I´ve been there too
Learned a lot of things from you

But life gives little relief
Give us reprieve
And when everyone is cold as ice
I clinch my fists and close my eyes
Imagining the world outside
But I can see that I´m not blind
Extrait audio:

Rachel : Ok, ok, Roger was creepy, but he was nothing compared to Pete Carney.

Monica : Which one was Pete Carney?

Rachel : Pete the Weeper? Remember that guy who used to cry every time we had sex.
(Imitating) "Was it good for you?"

Monica : Yeah, well, I´ll take a little crying any day over Howard-the-"I-win"-guy.
(Imitating) "I win! I win!" I went out with the guy for two months--I didn´t get to win once.

Rachel : How did we end up with these jerks? We´re good people!

Monica : I don´t know. Maybe we´re some kinda magnets.

Phoebe : I know I am. That´s why I can´t wear a digital watch.

Monica : There´s more beer, right?

Phoebe : Oh! You know my friend Abby who shaves her head? She said that if you want to break the bad boyfriend cycle, you can do like a cleansing ritual.

Rachel : Phoebes, this woman is voluntarily bald.

Phoebe : Yeah. So, we can do it tomorrow night, you guys. It´s Valentine´s Day. It´s perfect.

Monica : Ok, well, what kind of ritual?

Phoebe : Ok. We can, um, we can burn the stuff they gave us.

Rachel : Or?

Phoebe : Or...or we can chant and dance around naked, you know, with sticks.

Monica : Burning´s good.

Rachel : Burning´s good. Yeah...