“i still believe in paradise. but now at least i know it’s not some place you can look for. because it’s not where you go, it’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re part of something.”

Just turn around; turn away from me… before i lose my head. just turn around but remember me, and how you left me dead inside….
we were gonna be different; now where did those dreamers go?
i was the one who’d paint the stars and watched you while you slept. you were the one who held my heart and smiled as it leapt inside.. ...

I think it was a crime, the things we waste trying to not waste our time