I Couldn't Remember Ordinary Moments, Only The

You Make It A Production. Slam Doors. Knock Things Over. Scream. But I Just Leave. Even If I'm Still Standing There, I Leave. I Am Refusing You. I Am Denying You. I Am An Adjective That Is Quickly Turning Into A Noun.

Me: You Know What Sucks About Love? O.w.g.: What? Me: That It's So Tied To The Truth.

The Older I Get, The More I Lose My Ability To Breathe.

Measure The Hope Of That Moment, That Feeling. Everything Else Will Be Measured Against It.

Lying Awake Beside You, These Thoughts Run Through My Head.