“Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.”

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.

I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

If they ask you about your vice – I hope you mention my name.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

We’re just some birds in this fucked up nest of a world.

That damn fire she was so proud of, burnt her own bones.

When hope is in your bones, the happiness in your heart will never be alone.

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

In a shared fish, there are no bones.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.

Baseball players need strength but also the ability to make fast-paced, explosive movements, so their training is all about strengthening the tendons around the bone and the joint so you don’t tear the muscles from the bones.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.