“Things end but greater things begin.”

I want you to love me like a dream come true.

I was a living breathing nightmare and he was my favorite dream catcher.

And we look the devil in the eyes, take his hand and dance away.

She didn’t want the light at the end of the tunnel. She was perfectly at home in the darkness.

And if I lay in the sun a little longer maybe then, I can burn for something other than him.

I just feel kind of lonely in these moments between moments.

I’m sorry I wasn’t up to your standards but I’m not sorry I didn’t downgrade myself to get there.

I have an unhealthy obsession with the stars. They remind me of you.

Dear Moon, May I glow as brightly as you do, cradled amongst darkness.

Tell me you like to watch the stars tell me you believe in magic.

Her sadness clung to her like a cloak in the whitest of winters.

My favorite part was finding you without looking.

There is so many things wrong horribly wrong in this world but I know with certainty that you are not one of them.

To have him is to hold the moon and no longer tremble.

There was this ache, to be, to be more than her realities and larger than her dreams.

It happened in littles. A little laugh and a little kiss then slowly, a little love.

It has long seemed ridiculous to me to suppose that the nature of things has been so poor and stingy that it provided souls only to such a trifling mass of bodies on our globe, like human bodies, when it could have given them to all, without interfering with its other ends.

When you go out with your crew of friends and you get into trouble, at the end of the night when you come home, you’re still the same crew of friends. It’s just the story that you have to tell.

So much pain. So many lives. Their darkness must end.

Start with the end in mind. If you want to be a millionaire, talk like one, act like one, work like one.

Thinking that what you want equals what’s best for you is a dead end.

You gotta fight. You gotta get out the negative energy. Don’t let it build up. You end up screaming at each other over something totally stupid, like, ‘Well, why’d you put this spoon in this drawer then?’ ‘

You see, Hansel and Gretel don’t just show up at the end of this story. They show up. And then they get their heads cut off. Just thought you’d like to know.

I always work on the songs all together up until the very end. I never mix a song and think, “Okay, now that one’s done.”