I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly.

This next song is about when you get your heart broken and you try your best to glue it back together and you wake up one morning and you’re so happy because you realize, Oh my God, the tape’s holding!

I don't want to know that you don't want me. I don't want to know what you do without me. I don't want to know what I'll be without you. I dont wanna know. I don't wanna know.

I know I'll hold this loss in my heart forever. I know I'll hold, I'll hold. I know.

I’ve always been a sort of self-imposed outsider, not a geeky outsider or a snobby outsider but, I just have a natural desire to live on the fringe. I’m not like a weirdo with a trench-coat but I just prefer to be alone or minimally surrounded by people.

Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?

Me being in love with a girl and wanting her to be with me, doing what I need to do to make her stay with me; it affects no one, yet it’s terrifying to people and they think you’re a monster.

I hope I never figure out who broke your heart and if I do, if I do. I'd spend all night losing sleep. I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind. Well I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind.

Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem.

I'm not their hero, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave. I never walked the party line, but that doesn't mean that I was never afraid. I'm not your hero, but that doesn't mean we're not one and the same.

An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.

Around this world will I be enough?From the liquor stores, to the train stop floors, your filthy room, your drama bluesI am nothing if I'm not with you.

That’s the thing about success and happiness. Every time I fall in love I become absolutely, pathologically obsessed. The moment that you have what you want, and you’re not totally ready for it, you become obsessed with the idea that you don’t deserve it.