she was made of sugar and rice and a phemonine voice.
i think he was storing feeling for the both of them.
only he could make her cry.
so please tell me, why don't we speak? i thought you said you wanted to.

You speak your religion, and you, mathematics, science, the dimensions of the world, and i will speak the tongue of question.

i am that kid that always trips and falls on the step up to his front door. and i always scrape my knees. every time. and because i am always going home, i never heal. or maybe i never got back up the first time. maybe i just thought so.

love was always cruel ( Read more... )

your words are my bedtime story.

i want you to stop talking just syllables ( Read more... )

If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

is it horrible that just having you smile and wave to me made me suddenly feel so great inside. wow, for nothing, i like you waaaayyy too much.

-if i could just hear your pretty voice, i don't think i need to see at all-

and don't think i don't see that you are as disgusting as you feel.

i'm lonely, because i like you.
i like you, therefore i'm lonely.

i think you know what brings me down.
i want those things you could never allow.

i'm lonely, i like you.
i like you, and i'm lonely.