ces choses que je n'ai jamais dit

Sometimes being a good friend is knowing when to let them go

If we were birds you would be a finch and I would be a quail

With you I have superpowers- I've got the gift of invisibility

I want a stained glass window on my gravestone

A complicated notion

Tangled in emotion

Yeah, I believe the worst in myself, but I'm always waiting to be proven wrong.

In my heart of hearts, I know I won't get what I want but I'll still be happy in some other average way

Talking about love as if they invented the feeling

I hope this is worth it

It's a strange place to be, here in the land of the living

I'm still waiting for all this ugliness to go away

Maybe the best thoughts are the ones left unwritten