" These our that I stare
Into a lantern red
I hear that train at night
Give promises of light
Was I loved enough
To believe in us
As that goes through my mind
Falling far behind
I knew it would end this way
But I chose it anyway
Was I taken up
To your empty G.O.D.
Your haunted voice
This first winter, I, I can't pretend
That I didn't know what you were
When you walked into my door "
"you should be hated here by now
no one knows
this was the prettiest lie that i told tonight
it's been the prettiest lie that i told all year
the unmade bed inside the room
where i don't feel comfortable at all
where blankets stare at me for hours
and i stare right back so self righteously"
" . . . Love is when I'm lost.. not when I'm found
Love is how it's lost .. not how it's found . . . "