What the hell will it say upon my grave?
"Here lies that son of a biitch, not rich
or famous, ignoramous."

Look at the stars.
Same stars as last week.
Last year. When we were kids.
When we weren't even born.
In a hundred years, no one
will ever know who we were,
but they'll know those same stars.

Maybe i'm hurting, sick, and stoned.
crawling on the floor, broken, alone.
maybe i'm pathetic, but this is what i do.
maybe i'm stupid, but at least i'm not you.

I like simple songs with pretty words
I tried poetry, but it's just no good
the pages get lost, besides I'd much rather sing to you
I love living life with you by my side
you're a smart kid with a beautiful smile
and oh god those technicolor eyes

Time waits for no one, but love waits forever.

Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never knew.

Change is a funny thing. we are never quite sure what we are becoming, or why. then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got there.

Lately it's been hard to see your face.
My heart just can't bare to see you
without wanting to break.

And i'll be okay, now that you're not away
yesterday was a terrible day
but now that you're here, i'm okay
because you don't know how much i need you.

This is to to handing over the control of your world.
to burying your heart
in the palm of another's hand.
to the romance of the hurting.