You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.

I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.

Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.

If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.

Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.

...all these kids you can't seem to make sense of would stop holding you so far off the edge of your seats if you'd start holding yourselves to the promises you make. We know you're not perfect, because we're not. And I know I'm not perfect, but I believe I was meant to be.