Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

Night is overbearing, stars and shooting hopes...
I hold out a bit longer, to see you fading in and...

Am I sick of life
or sick of myself...

My sins will repeat themselves, even when
daylight nudges me, even when I am fully aware...

Sometimes it's just as simple as life and death
because you don't know this but I've been...

15 roses
for 3 years...

I drive there,
then sit in the parking lot...

People
like us...

Words can't simply heal, act as an
elixir able to guarantee a perfect love...

Sitting alone out in the cold
Begging for a speck of hope to hold...

His dreams are no longer inspiring
or driving, for he doesn't have a heartbeat...

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms...