Maybe it needed to be broken. Sometimes things have to break before you can fix them.
You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.
You're not the only one falling
I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.
surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain
I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss