My words are my faith-to hell with our good name.
A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.

it feels like my life has been moving in great cycles for the past, oh, four or five years. every time i come up, i think i can change the world. but every winter, i go down the same way. i could handle different dark points in life, that's natural, but it's always the same. i am still the same person that i thought i could live with, but it all boils down to uncertainty.

i hate how pretentious i come off ninety percent of the time. i hate how self-centered i actually am. i hate apologizing, but i'm still sorry.