(com)promise to love me

dug some salt out of old wounds

i like the way bitterness tastes compared to how it feels

wore my conscience around my neck

a mere fashion accessory

catching the sparkle in your eyes when you think of me, myself, and i

got a bad case of hasbeens versus the never gonna be

the idea that some part of the world is always awake is comforting.

only if i was there instead of here

followed the (gold) rush right into my veins

chased the high expectations with a low dose of reality

ive got a complex.  i can't ever let happiness creep all the way in.