Oh, bitter two A.M.:
staring too hard at daisy sheets...

You look at me and say angel
i look at me and say sin...

False spring days where the world
is still...

Every insecurity reflects a thousand times
upon these brilliant, shattered surfaces...

She glares at the mirror,
her eyes bleeding frustration at what she sees...

There's this street-corner word
that we all seem to need...

Do you think that if we
never find the person...

Oh, Romeo and Juliet,
every romantic ending mocks...

Oh, these beautiful words
carved across her skin...

My favourite nights are the ones where there are...
And maybe it's 'cause you don't love me anyway...

Pop-can memories
of bubbles in your throat...

Oh, beautiful bleeding
of the metaphoric kind...