I don’t know if loneliness can ever fully be cured from someone. It’s like a wretched disease that buries itself so far deep inside your bones, that even if it’s subsided by a touch or a night or even years spent with another, that it could still come back to haunt you. I don’t know if I can cure your loneliness, but I can come over and we can make hot chocolate (Because I know you’re cold) and lay beneath the covers of your bed and play that I-wonder-how-long-it-takes-to-suffocate-by-the-way-it-smells-like-mint-under-here game until we fall asleep. Sound good?

"I was in Hollister this past weekend while I was at the mall, and you know what I really, really, really fucking hate? How annoying every person that works there is so fucking annoying. It started the exact moment I stepped through the (walkway?) thing and looked at the girl standing there. Alright, it’s cool that your hair is down to your ass and you’re wearing the skimpiest tank top ever in the world, but do you really have to scream “HEY, WHAT’S UP?” in my face to me FOUR times? No, I don’t think so. And you, macho man in the back pretending to fold clothes but secretly staring at my ass when I walk by, you already asked me if I needed help three times, and no, I do not need a dressing room, thank you very much. But you could use this twenty and buy yourself a shirt that’s not three sizes too small, because you wish to show off the guns you just do. not. have. And I swear to god, blonde girl at the cash register, if you ask me to sign up for some bullshit ass thing ONE MORE TIME when I walk past, I will shove my foot so far up your god damn ass that you will be licking my toes all of Spring Break. And by the way, yes, I was there for half an hour, and yes, I had four items in my hand - things I didn’t “LOVE” but things that I suppose just “CAUGHT MY EYE”, but when I went back to the front to look at the jeans - girl with the skimpy tank-top, oh you just sent me over the edge. So while you were smiling extremely fake at me and waiting for me to run out of the door with it in my hand, I smiled shyly and shoved all of my items underneath a pile of shirts - and yes, I did make sure you were looking. Just so I could see the pain fill your eyes and hatred fill your veins when you realized you were going to have to fold everything all over again. But by that time I was gone, no sympathy whatsoever, because it’s not like you were actually doing something anyway."

You always said looking into my eyes was one of the hardest things for you to do. I took it as a compliment at the time, never to comprehend until years later, when I would understand that what you said was a hint from you. It wasn’t that my eyes were too beautiful and overpowering to stare into, it was that you couldn’t bear to look at them and beyond the darkness of your past - you couldn’t face the truth. And I don’t blame you, I would’ve gone running too.

Pour salt in the wound

So you tried to put a fire out, but you used gasoline

"City of the dead. At the end of another lost highway. Signs misleading to nowhere.
City of the damned. Lost children with dirty faces today. No one really seems to care"

We are the kids of war and peace

"I'm the son of rage and love. The Jesus of Suburbia. From the bible of none of the above. On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin. No one ever died for my sins in hell. As far as I can tell, at least the ones I got away with"

While art might be the melody society hums to itself, artists are the bass notes.

You only notice them when they're gone.

"I love you, and because i love you, i would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies"

"It feels like I’m screaming in a glass box and the only response I hear is my own echo. No one gets me, do you even know what I am saying to you anymore?"

I'm with them because, despite everything, I still love them. And while you might walk in and find me punching a wall, it's only because I want to kiss their lips.

There's no revenge here.

Love doesn't hate back.

"Memories cause love.
love kills"

You know all their stories but none of their stories know you.

And you've felt all their pain but their pain has never bothered feeling you.

So you take their medicine. Even though you've had too much medicine.

"Awakened to the taste of cheap wine and bad decisions"

"I don't like you anymore
Cracked and your face is changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let your repeat and repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As you turn through the midnight corridors"

I never slept that well next to you. But at least I slept

Everything you do, you pay for. So if you're going to kiss me, you'd best be prepared to bleed

"I'd love to spend the night but you found someone else to lay beside, and I know it makes sense but it's like sand in my eyes, maybe I was meant to be left behind"

"no one dies virgin, life screws us all"

"You’re not coming back for me, these things they will never be. I’m so used to being wrong, so put me where I belong. I’ll get back to you, God knows I try, but I still lose. And I get back to you, these days run by, but I still lose. Angels say they can make you suffer. They give and take like a vicious lover when all this loses meaning, you’ll never want it back somehow. Awake but still I’m dreaming… And never waking up. Alone… Where I’m not alone… Alone… Alone…"

If you get between me and the things I love, I will ask you politely to move.

If you get between me and the people I love, you will move