Im fine but half the time Im sick. Im alive but deadly sick of it. Id stay and dream all day but you can see its almost over. Im hurt but Im having a good time. Im strange, but only in my mind. Ill watch the ticking clock until it stops, then its over.

It's just a little smack
to let you know i love you

In love with every imperfection
enamored by the conversation
please, i've got a notebook filled with answers
to questions that would bring you to your knees

I'm used to breaking bottles when you ruin this. It's what I do. This isn't just goodbye. This is me forgetting you.

And every second is electric like a thousand volts. Not to mention, my intention's only natural and your affection is the question.

I've been broken, but never shattered.

I like sunrise better when I'm getting up early than when I'm staying up late, you know? It's like I'm seeing it from the wrong side.

Here's a simplification of everything we're going through. You plus me is bad news. But you're a lovely creation and I like to think that I am too, but my friends said I look better without you.

Sometimes love is a vulgar word, sometimes hell calls itself peace on the nightly news. I've heard saints preaching truths that would have burned me at the stake, and I've heard poets telling lies that made me believe in heaven.

I want a trip inside your head, spend the day there, hear the things you haven't said, see what you see. I wanna hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all? I wanna see your thoughts take shape and walk right out.