Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane. But I got a blank space baby, and I'll write your name.

I'm very aware and very conscious of the path I chose in life, and very aware of the path I didn't choose.

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye, we got onto something, I hold on to the night. You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me. Were you just kidding, cuz it seems to me, this thing is breaking down we almost never speak. I don't feel welcome anymore. Baby what happened please tell me cuz one second is perfect now you're halfway out the door. And I stood at the phone, you still haven't called. And you feel so below you, can't feel nothing at all. And I flashback to when he said forever and always.

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.

It's never been about trying to look well-behaved. It's just how I am. I guess it's a weird thing to be 19 and not ever have been drunk, but for me, it just feels normal because I don't really know any other way. I don't know if I'd be comfortable getting wasted and not knowing what I've said. That doesn't mean when I'm older I won't have a glass of wine. I just don't think it's such a strange thing for me not to be wasted all the time.

If you have something about yourself that's different, you're lucky. It's not a curse.

Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place