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.