Wrecked ‘Em? Damn Near Killed ‘Em/Four Year Strong
Life throws a punch and I hit the floor bruised and broken
But still I’m begging for just one more
Call it compassion or satisfaction
But she keeps my heart beating for one beat more
Proper - Into It. Over It.
I’m never sold on self help
I’m too afraid to interrogate myself
When I have the strength to crawl back into bed
I’m writing lists in notebooks
I’m organizing every word
But less forgetful in dividing lines
impressionsandimpressingpeople:
Basement - Crickets Throw Their Voice
“You’re still in my head. My mind’s convinced that you never left. I’m counting down till I see you next. I still compare everything to your silhouette.
How can I forget what is perfect?”
The Nightmare Before Christmas - Making Christmas
