all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
i am my own ghost i am haunted
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
