Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.

I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished. No matter how much I write, there will always be something I should’ve said.

I can let my true self shine in front of God.

Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?

We are perfect in our imperfection.

You have stopped the arrow of time... There's no meaning to this rhyme... Because my song will never mean as much as the one.. He once sang.. For you, yes, you.

It just makes me wonder what subject you blame for talking to me every night.' I'm still settling on an answer for that one. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I can't believe I just wrote that.