Who are the
pencil hearts in...

Germs, they are everywhere.
In the air, and in your hair...

I want a love like my parents have.
A boy to love my qualities, the good and bad...

I remember reading about how
beautiful she was. Hell, it'still...

When everything I say and do
seems wrong, seen through your eyes...

Every word,
syllable...

In the deepest of forests,
we've been cast to the side...

Take another picture
with your fake face on...

Sailing away on an ocean of dreams,
Drowning in reasons to see and be seen...

Break out your best fake smiles.
False hope and joy, a plenty...

What secrets are you trying to
pass on to me tonight...

The quiet thoughts
In the middle of the night...