“I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.”

I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.

In an endless universe, she needed space.

Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.

Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.

I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.

Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.

True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.

If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.

It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.

She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.

There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.

He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.

I’m wrong but I’m real.

Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.

She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.

There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.

It’s your career, your face, your name. You have to be in control because if something gets messed up or something doesn’t look how you want it to, you’re the only one to blame.

I remember the whole thing with the word ambition. I was messed up for a while because I associated it with certain people who just want to be famous. I think, for a while, it was kind of a dirty word for women.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Tear me apart cut open my flesh, until I bleed out just like the rest of the mess.

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

I don’t wanna play your game, boy. Cleanin’ up the messes that you make.

I’m a tangled mess of wild and I don’t want to be unraveled. I like me this way.

Dollhouse was definitely inspired by the whole Edward Scissorhands vibe where all of the houses are perfect, but inside each home there are very messed up families.