and even in your greatest achievements, you’ll still check the crowd for me.

ain’t it sad sharing this stage?

the stars wrote your name and only i could see it

can you believe how close our hearts are?

my deepest sympathies for that

you go to flick the lights on and nothing happens

had all this time to say something beautiful and never did

what the fuck is up perkins

don’t get mad at them. get mad at me.

nothing allows you to avoid your own reflection more than looking at me

the war is won but i am lost

the poem staring at you from across the room

bring your own agony

i’ve just been making lemonade

it’s just so beautiful out here

imagine being afraid of diversity but not a dictatorship