Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.
We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.
If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.
Everybody knows that smiling is for little girls, the gays and certain kinds of fish who are smiling by accident.
You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.