But we got something they can't stifle, with their price tags and picture frames. A flower for every rifle, putting flesh on the bones of my dreams.

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it.
Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home

I want to live where soul meets body and let the sun wrap its arms around me and bathe my skin in water, cool and cleansing, and feel, feel what it's like to be new.

Well, too much silence can be misleading. You're drifting, I can hear it in the way that you're breathing.

I am becoming used to an overwhelming, grinding mixture of anger and worry...

And be glad that you're there. Now you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie. And suddenly it's not so hard to say you're alright.

"Now I know you're tired. But there's some things you shouldn't do. Like giving your time to people who don't care for you."

I'll love you forever or find something better. It's all just the same as when we sleep together. We wake up with headaches and trouble remembering what went wrong

One minute you laugh. The next minute you're slowly sinking into something black. I get the feeling that lately nothing really lasts. I keep trying to get up but I keep falling back. And you love and you hate, and you wait cause one minute goes fast.

Pain, a word I thought I knew. It's okay. Cause the price that we pay makes it harder to begin. And I said that knowing that I'll sink where I stand. Peeling back the pages again, all in all this chapter's not bad. It's a book I'm glad I read.