i found God on the corner of first and amistad

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I see something in you. Something nobody sees. I see yellow and blue; yeah, the sunshine and the sea. When I think of love I think of you. It's my favorite thing to do.

there are so many damn gorgeous women out there in this city But the thing is this:
After awhile you just want to be with the one that makes you laugh.

Cause we’re all just lovers and takers
Breaking hearts to make the papers
She wants love I told her to stop trying
Cause the reasons for her tears
Aren’t worth crying.

i painted your room at midnight so i'd know that yesterday was over.

You feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you didn't even have a name for.

Caught in the eye of a hurricane, slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade
So sick of this town pulling me down
My mother says I should come back home but can’t find the way cause the way is gone,
so if I pray am I just sending words into outer space.
Have you ever been so lost known the way and still so lost
Another night waiting for someone to take me home,
have you ever been so lost?

don't wait until people are dead to give them flowers.

these are beautifully tear-jerking times and the rain smells of memories.

i dont want the world i just want it to be happy.

I've kept all the words you said,
In a box underneath my bed.

all my heroes have now become ghosts.

You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite.

i wouldn't mind waking up beside you,
dusting behind you, reading the back half
of the paper while you read the front

we are fools whether we dance or not.
so you might as well dance.

shed some light on me, and hold me up in disbelief.

these idle days leave me wanting.

i thought a broken heart was the worst feeling possible, but i was wrong.
regrets are sitting right before it.

It's the magic of risking everything
for a dream that nobody sees but you

The truly painful goodbyes are the ones that are never explained.

Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to
tell the difference between shooting stars & satellites,
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Do they collide? I ask and you smile;
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter.

If everything happened when and how we wanted it to, nothing would be worth waiting for.

i will never say that i wish i'd never met you, because once upon a time you were exactly what i needed.

take a good look at agony...

i understand the impulse. The impulse to want to put out your handand want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch, even if it's wrong.The point is, you can't control these feelings. Even if they're wrong, they're still there

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult, You know, that that's to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens

some bonds defy distance time and logic.

they burn an image from the lines on myface, they stole it form the pages that kept my place.

I get up every morning and
go to bed every night, with
this feeling that something is missing,
but I don't know what and I don't
know why. This emptiness is just 
killing me, and I can't do anything,
not even cry.

I really enjoy forgetting. When I first come to a place,
I notice all the little details. I notice the way the sky looks.
The color of white paper. The way people walk. Doorknobs.
Everything. Then I get used to the place and
I don't notice those things anymore.
So only by forgetting can I see the place again as it really is.