“I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart.I want to eat the sad...”

“You do not feel like dancing and there are no daffodils,only walls, your bedroom door, and the quiet of the house, tucked asleep in the night's thick cover. You wait for dawn. You wait for yourdreams. You wait in the night, and you hunger.”

“I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.”

“I don't want to go through the motionsI don't want to go one more dayWithout your all-consumingPassion inside of meI don't want to spend my whole life askingWhat if I had given everythingInstead of going throught the motions”

“In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.”

“Our relationship feels different. Like someone has taken my favorite sweater and thrown it in the dryer and it doesn't fit right anymore. I want to pull and tug on it until it feels comfortable again.”

“2 am and I'm still awake writing a song if I get it all down I'll be where it's no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd cause these words are my diary screaming out loud and I know you will use them however you want to.”