"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are?
You're chicken, you've got no guts.
You're afraid to stick out your chin and say,
"Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to eachother,
because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness."
You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing,"
and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage.
Well baby, you're already in that cage.
You built it yourself.
And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas,
or in the east by Somali-land.
It's wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run,
you just end up running into yourself."
breakfast at tiffany's
