You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.