Some days I look back on pictures of old flamesI think about how we held the heat so close to usHow the wax melted and dripped down the sidesHow some ..
The past is the pastAnd we fear it so badBut the present is more horrifyingBecause we worry that it willEnd up being the same as our pastMy glass is m..
We don't even realize we're livingWe're too busy hatingToo busy worryingand fightingWe're too concerned with looksand moneyOverworked and tiredNever e..
I'm your leftoversStored in the old TupperwareShoved in the back of the fridgeTo grow oldTo grow moldTo sit until the day you decideTo take me off the..
Inspiration doesn't come to those who try to find itDoesn't come to those of richesBut to those who are too brokeDoesn't come to those of loveBut thos..