i'll be there in seven, meet you in heaven, cranberry lips, strawberry teeth.

the once-warm touch against the coolness of their wrist was suddenly a searing heat against their skin. it wasn't uncomfortable, wasn't unwelcome; but it was new. odd.

in poison places, we are anti-venom.

you looked away .. when you said that. you were able to face me with the lies, but it was the truth that finally made you turn away.

she's singing, "baby, come home," in a melody of tears, while the rhythm of the rain keeps time.

i love you. / it'll pass.

i've got to break you like a bad addiction.

your softness will be suicide.

i hope you like champagne with cyanide.

but good god, what's wrong with me after all? what am i missing?

in poison places, we are anti-venom.

we will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes.

you're so fucking special. i wish i was special.

i'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it.

this is how the story goes: the more you pay attention, the more you know.

and now he thinks i'm weak. i'm NOT weak. and i'm gonna show him...

i'm not gonna hurt you, kid.

they disguise it, hypnotize it, television made you buy it.

behold the depths of depravity and decay.

maybe if they didn't look at him, maybe if they didn't think about him, maybe if they kept talking and just drank their tea, then maybe they wouldn't think about the little thrill that went through them any time he called them sweetheart.

i hear your heart beating under the floorboards, the rhythm is a gospel to me.

grief is a circular staircase. i have lost you.

please make me empty. if i'm empty then i can receive, if i can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from somewhere outside of me then i am not alone ! i cannot bare this loneliness. above all it is loneliness.

make me love myself so that i might love you.

bounce around a while. never talk to me again.

quadrants of clementine. three for me, four for you.

oh, unfamiliar things will make us nervous.

you are lost but not forgotten, oh my darling clementine.

the house that always kept you warm was just a frame.

you're so fucking special. i wish i was special.

you should have raised a baby girl, i should’ve been a better son.

the more you reassure, the less i trust.

i love you like all-fire.

stupid cupid, stop pickin’ on me!

a dog bites bones like a daughter bites her words.

and you know, you know, you know, it's cause you're beautiful. you say you're numb inside, but i can't agree.

a bit of fun turns to regret.

bounce around a while. never talk to me again.

there is rain inside of me ; where to escape it?

i was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams.

let me serve it on a plate so you can break it.

here's what they don't tell you: icarus laughed as he fell.

oops, i did it again. i forgot what i was losing my mind about.

oh, your time is comin' fast, and the ferryman only deals in cash.

i want love as seen on TV.

well, if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. i never want to let you down, or have you go 'it's better off this way.'

i can't pin down what normal people want from bottom shelf erotic products like me.

oh my darling, clementine.

mom. am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?

when did this become normal, and do i deserve this?