Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
She likes to sleep. It makes her forget about it.
And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun collecting names of the lovers that went wrong.
You asked where I see myself in ten years.
'Thats hard', I said. Part of me just wants to be alive and hopefully, happy.
But if not… I’m either dead,
or spent ten more years being miserable. And either way, that’s pretty depressing.
There’s like a million different ways to say “I love you.”
'Put your seat belt on.'
‘Watch your step.’
‘Get some rest.’
…you just gotta listen.