One day we talked about trains and I asked what train you were on and you replied, “The kind where the sun isn’t sad when it sets, and the ground hugs your feet when you walk across it ...

I tend to think I am a good perso… That I do good things and try my… But why do I have to be happy rig… Why am I always told to “smile,”… I am allowed to feel.

That horrible noise in my ear Telling me another minute you’re n… But it also makes me lose track Something that I’ll never get bac… It drives mad when it goes round

These eyes of mine blaze with a fi… and heaven’s callin’ my name But this heart of mine still is fi… and nothing but this pain is to bl… Oh you’ve got to learn your place…

You say I am a creator, but you don’t know. Most of the things I write are things I am a slave to writing. My depression is the artist that only uses me as a husk to write out the thing...

These walls cave in The music surrenders itself to my… I’m trying to carry myself from si… And these words you said have been… Carry all of your sorrow on my sho…

Brightening Fire Strong Desire Beautiful Passion Anything Can Happen This Is Perfect

A passing thought... maybe I just broke it off because I knew that I was going to self destruct... and I didn’t want to bring you with me. Maybe I pushed you away because you were pushi...

Alice Alice Alice down the rabbit hole Alice Alice

When I heard your music play I fell that very day It’s ironic that a drummer stole m… And I see past the facade You’re drumming up a parade

I am a broken piece Writing this to you I see But you see? You see that broken piece.. and why?