Goodnight my Love, my lovely Love. Goddamn shame to be a traitor. I've got God in a shoebox under my bed waiting for my finger. We both look better
It?s hard to move with a cloud above your head. It?s a father, it?s friends, it?s my equilibrium. It?s a ghost.
A phone call to turn you into a machine. You've got less than ten minutes to save the one from which you were made. And even promising words are not
Am I your anchor while you walk through your day? Or am I the feather on your shoulder while I'm stuck dragging my feet? I see you countless times throughout
You'll be the smoke in my mouth, I'll suck you in, I'll push you out, and then you'll disappear and turn into something else. You're just a little moth
I guess you bit off a little more than you could chew. So you choked, sitting still in the waiting room. It's a shame that the hospital couldn't fix
Satan sleeps inside my brain and when he wakes he takes me far away. He takes me to this place, that I completely hate, where I?m a prisoner in my own
You had the Love of a creator before I was born. That ultrasound was of a son to be the light of your world. October came, you were still alone. My mother
