Might be a quarter life crisis, just disturbin' in my soul.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

Numb is the new deep, done with the old me, and talk is the same cheap it's been.

I'm not really good at keeping my own secrets. I can keep other people's secrets pretty well. Unless they're really good and people deserve to hear them. And I'll disseminate the information accordingly.

I'm pretty good at taking accountability now, and I never did anything to deserve that. It was a really lousy thing for her to do.

I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve.

They read all the books, but they can't find the answers.