But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.
I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.
Someday we will dare to trade good for true
You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.
Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.