advantage. This time we'll spit in the face of a vengeful god that blackmails us: The only way to do something right is to be slapped with a fucking threat
the fuse, strike a match and burn the fucking thing to hell and we'll refuse to grow old and we will never age a day. We'll run away to a place where
Passed down through a backwards time, another lie made by history. And I can't believe you still believe this shit, I guess time builds immovable stones
we fill our coffins with? It's kind of like being at the bottom of the ninth and still we don't know how to play the game. Take a look around, your life
What's the point in your scavenger hunt? Don't you think that some things should be left unfound? What's the point to this scavenger hunt? Spending every
we would be doing if you were here right now, maybe we would be looking at the stars together and wondering "What's next?" Do you remember when I said, "It's
if you're here or there or anywhere? Nothing in this life is ever done. If life were a result we'd all be dead. Nothing stays for good; it's washed away
. But one night I'll write you, maybe from California. And I'll want to go back to the rain and cold. And one night you'll call me looking for a cup of
you wondering if I'm thinking the exact same way thirty-four miles away? I've been lying around. I still smell you here. I've been reading a note that