This is not a call to arms, this is a celebration. We should be dead by now so we've exceeded expectations. We've seen so many rise and fall taken so many beatings.

So striking, I swear you leveled me with a look, reminded me of my breathing patterns, ran your hands through the grease and set fire to my face, seduced a love to grief and left the same as you came

But everything is so right that something must be wrong, so let's stay in tonight, please let me take you home.

I expect nothing from you and yet i am still disappointed every time

You were so beautiful, until your 30 day trial of Photoshop ended.

Why can't rappers just say nice things? Like, "I wanna take your clothes off
and hang them up in the closet real nice.

The world: we've got some really serious problems like global warming, mass economic failure, genocide, aids, cancer and your healthcare system is shit so we should get to work
us government: sit down i have to stop people from sharing things online

And when I'm hanging on by the rings around my eyes, and I convince myself I need another, and for a minute it gets easier to pretend that you were just some lover.

I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright. Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything... Just like that every day kind, where you forget things you shouldn't, and you think too much about death

Do you think if the heart keeps on shrinking, one day there will be no heart at all? And how long does it take? Am I better off just bursting or breaking? Because I don't see my heart getting strong.