Some things that mean so little to us,
Are of great importance to them...

Sitting on the end of my bed
I stare head to head...

Misery loves its company
And we all know it doesn't work like that...

Well, I've been away for a while because I fell...
The problem with them is they're such a temporary...

I beg for the tears
To fall upon the ground...

Enjoy the celebrations,
As i drink to my commiserations...

My Patchwork Heart
I'll sew it back together again...

No angels are present here,
Only the presence of fear...

Nobody drinks alone
That smile with its all too familiar falsities...

Nobody to take my hand
Surround my world...

Always, I've loved the way you struggle to say my...
I know remembering it was only ever half the...

This person here, it isn't you
But I let them do what you do...