That’s the problem with all of this. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make it perfect. I can’t keep it in a bottle, can’t ignore reality. Chemicals are involved, the kind scientists try to synthesize and put into pill form, and they’re making tremendous advances every day. They’re winning the war against love. It’s probably inevitable now. There are only two ways to see the world: either no one and nothing is connected to anything, or we are all a random series of carbon molecules connected to each other. Tell me if there’s room for love in either of those scenarios.

Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead

But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.

Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

Music never leaves you alone, and punk rock will always be there when nothing else will.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

I'll be your number one with a bullet.