Easy containment for an easy thought process, or so that's what they'd like us to think.
Sheltered woes because nobody likes a complainer.
And hidden hearts because nobody likes a sob story that isn't their own.

If I had more time on my hands to spell check any sort of error I consistently make ( Read more... )

because i want to know what i'm coming home to each night.

I should probably begin with quoting the most romantic, the most poetic or even the most classic love lyric, but speaking words could never alter this situation of "just friends ( Read more... )

When was the last time you were willingly there ( Read more... )

Like I was once to you,
don't forget that I still could be.

This is a night where I'd rather feel alone and on my own, in a town I'm not too familiar with...a night where I sit across a strip full of bars...a night where a drunk just came to me to say "Excuse me, you're beautiful and I hope you find love." But he wasn't the one ( Read more... )

'Cause when you start lying to me,
I start lying to myself.

Nowhere and everywhere:
I can't find a home.

Tonight, just like every night, a sunset fell flat out of the sky ( Read more... )