when a line in a song or a poem, or really anything strikes me in a certain way, it usually ends up as a title to one of these entries. this post is leftovers and stuff.
.this story's getting old, the homewrecker with a heart of gold. fall out boy
.i am heaven sent. don't you dare forget. brand new
.leave the novelist in hi daydream tomb, leave the scientist in her rubik's cube, let the true genius in the padded room, remain. bright eyes
.when I do wrong, I am with god. bright eyes
.i can be lonely if she's happy, afterall. manchester orchestra
.from a sinner to his maker: you prodigal son is on his knees. manchester orchestra
.i died for you one time but never again. brand new
.my beauty supreme, yeah, you were right about me. brand new
.this is a signpost to remind me how I wanted things this way. kevin devine
.she says its pretty but you hate yourself, I can hear it clear as day. kevin devine
.5, 4, 3, 2, 1 lets start a fire. thursday
.i'll try to make this perfectly clear: i'm so transparent i disappear. cursive
that's enough for now. I have tons more.
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