Complexity and Completeness

"Because the softest lips tell the most precious secrets."

“My consuming lust was to experience their bodies. I viewed them as objects, as strangers. It is hard for me to believe a human being could have done what I’ve done.”

Drink up one more time and I’ll make you mine Keep you apart, deep in my heart Separate from the rest, where I like you the best And keep the things you forgot.

“I desire things that will destroy me in the end”

Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.

"I honestly know what he’s talking about because it makes me feel TERRIBLE when I hear bands that people will potentially categorize with/compare to snowing and they have fucking lame lyrics/call people fags, etc. it’s not right or cool and should not be taken lightly, because, fuck, why would it be? believe it or not, what we engage in is a form of punk, and punk is all about being part of a radical community. unfortunately, radical ideas in the world right now aren’t really radical at all. it’s more, “I’m a person that knows right from wrong." calling someone a faggot is wrong. writing songs that are derogatory towards women is wrong. thinking it’s okay and fun and, “man, you’re too serious", is fucking wrong.

You don’t deserve to feel lonely, but those drugs you’ve got won’t make you feel better

Thought you’d be looking for the next in line to love then ignore Put out and put away And so you’d soon be leaving me alone like I’m supposed to be tonight, Tomorrow and everyday There’s nothing here that you’ll miss I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke Trying to occupy space What a fucking joke What a fucking joke I waited for a bus to separate the both of us and take me off far away From you ‘cause my feelings never change a bit I always feel like shit I Don’t know why I guess that I “just do” You once talked to me about love and you painted pictures of A never-neverland and I could of gone to that place But I didn’t understand I didn’t understand I didn’t understand

Elliott Smith was right when he said “Nobody broke ‘my’ heart” Yeah, I broke my own… ‘cause I can’t finish what I start.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.