Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.

There are other people who have it a lot worse