Sometimes pain does circles around my chest like it’s building a nest, like it’s planning to live there. I pull my eyes up high, “get over it, get over it,” I preach, “resist, resist, resist crying.” Yeah, so what? What of it? I am not stone. I may stand here statuesque sometimes, if there’s something you want to know, something…   …read more.

I am a sort of junkie; I am addicted to you. Start this song off with a little cliche imaginary, sure to catch a few. Well, anyway, You are in my veins and I can feel you climbing. Past the peaks and all the chiming church bells. Pray to god that I will not fall face flat in the bathtub,…   …read more.