If you always do what you’ve always done, you always get what you’ve always got.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map