-mockery. A master work of toilet tissue, but the words are sexy. To a happy corpse; washed up, I am already. I went from a romantic dream to a wet spot
Catch me. I'm a wreck who let my conscience down. I bet the animals sleep well after they hunt. Someone open up a fucking window. Something just fucking
be forgetting you. It's a cathartic song like that other shitty one and I have never felt so old. I'd cool off and sleep it away, but it's a hot fucking
s just as insulting. What for? It's not alive, and not dead. Looking for a reason to be? Can we find a balance, a medium? My anger was a heavy weight
Rule one is hang up your phone, because if you knew what's next, you'd never chase another dream again. All you wanted was an answer, not just to suffer
goes. I'm writing my regret notes from the heart. I never loved you, you know. Because I'm riding a lie and I'm writing a lie. I took a chance and we
Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing? We're not out of the woods. If this lesson fails, could I pack up and leave? I wonder if I could. No
turn into a laughing matter. Am I not alone? Leave me lifeless. (A bloody whisper from your lips.) Leave me lifeless. (Forget November, suffer this.) A lie, if you don't believe. A
Let's drop them. I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero. Now, listen close. This is a rip: "The scream that
our lives with this advice: we learn until we're dead. Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside. We learn until we're dead. A falling dream's not just a
The worst writers are the ones who fuck up happy endings. The best ones don't bother to type. I've been writing you a letter in my head for months with