Humility isn’t actually humility unless you’re good enough at something to be humble.

How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…

i’ve got a story; it’s almost finished.. now all i need is someone to tell it to—maybe that’s you. .... you should just be here; be with me here. it doesn’t seem there’s hope for me—i let you down.. but i won’t give in now, not for any amount.