I've been running around for the past year trying to find some clarity, and all of a sudden it's so clear, it's ridiculous. I just want to be with you.

A clean room is the sign of a wasted life

Tell me how can I imagine something brighter than your eyes? No one ever came this close.

I've been spending my time at the local liquor store, I've been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor.

I could be an expert on co-dependency, I could write the best book on underage tragedy. I wonder, "does anyone else feel like me?" I'm so over dosed on apathy burnt out on sympathy.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft, brown earth, with the grass waving above one's head and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Me without you is a camera without a flash, a car without gas, a striper with no ass, a pimp without cash.<3

And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles they had the worst intentions all along after all.

We just wanna know if this is this over, trembling silence fills the air as we both stare.

You'll keep me a secret, Though I'm the reason you live.