I get recognized somewhere in between like local meteorologist and national meteorologist.
Most times when you try to be all things to all people, you end up being nothing.
By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on
Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.
Numb is the new deep, done with the old me, and talk is the same cheap it's been.
How come everything I need always comes with batteries?