sunrise, parabellum

you just killed someone i liked. that is not a safe place to stand.

i need an anchor, god, i wanna be satisfied cause i'm tired of feeling like a shadow in my life

mitchell, i'm sorry about goose. everybody liked him. i'm sorry.

true love is possible only in the next world, for new people. it is too late for us

i'll make a hundred paper planes to decorate our tiny room

medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus, throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason

you’re the problem, lancaster. i’m running from you.

you were young, you thought you didn't have to care about anyone but you're older now and wish that you could

they tell me, “grief is just love letting go” they say it like milk has been spilled on the floor

the sea is a good place to think of (to think about) the future

sing me awake with a song about pirates and i will try to harmonize and sip the sunlight from your eyes

you talk about true love, right after you say you love me, you say it doesn't exist

i will poison all your happy thoughts i will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box

i’ll come back for you. when this is all over. i’ll come back for you, love. i promise.

cause i'm sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin? i can finally see, you're as fucked up as me, so how do we win?

together, or not at all.

that's where the trees grow old under the ivy's hold as you in my two arms, equally safe from harm

it's a psychic wound you can't conceal closing, opening, never heals it's a cosmic cheque you never cashed curse the universe for what you lack

“if this is love i do not want it. take it from me, please. why does it hurt so much?” “because it was real.”

though some would harm you, none, not one, no none would raise to you a hand nor thumb not while by you, i stand and hum “love run”

i have known friends to crack from love's weight blossom in ribcage, until their backs break

i will only break your pretty things i will only wring you dry of everything and if you’re fine with that, you can be mine like that

you came in here the other day and you said you thought it would have been better if it had been you who was shot. you act like you're expendable. but you're wrong.

jesus christ, i'm so blue all the time, and that's just how i feel, always have and i always will

if i do fix myself to somebody, i know, sooner or later, it'll hurt.

subdue the regret. dust yourself off, proceed. you'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. do what you can with this one, while you're alive.

i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel i am all the things they might have said to you

it's funny, the day you lose someone isn't the worst. at least you've got something to do. it's all the days they stay dead.

he's wonderful, he's brilliant, but he's like fire. stand too close and people get burned.

if there's one thing i could never confess, it's that i can't dance a single step

you talk about true love, right after you say you love me, you say it doesn't exist

“you're not a monster,” i said. but i lied. what i really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be.

there will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn

die right. die like i mean it. face the raven.

“i think i lo-” “you do, dumbass. you love him more than anything in the world”

you'll never see the reasons i had for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you

i just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything, before you can allow yourself to feel anything.

good night, sweet king. our revenge will be just. our actions will be wise. and they will all fall beneath us!

“christ, how do you do that?” “do what?” “believe in me.” “the same way you believe in me, probably. it's what we do.”

“if this is love i do not want it. take it from me, please. why does it hurt so much?” “because it was real.”

brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. i have no words for how i failed you.

i love you. but for the man you are, not the god you’d pretend to be.

there used to be a little girl, living in a very small house in a very small town. there isn’t a little girl there anymore. they do not last very long.

“if this is love i do not want it. take it from me, please. why does it hurt so much?” “because it was real.”

don’t break the bottle don’t waste your blessings on me

talk to me, goose

when the scale tipped, when you inherited a fight that you were born to lose it’s not your fault, no it’s not your fault i put this heavy heart in you

i don't know why i am the way i am, there's something in the static, i think i've been having revelations

we had a pact. me and him. every star in the universe, we were going to see them all. but he was too busy burning them. i don't think she ever saw anything.