as she said.

The whole world is falling apart

& I just want to write songs that are pretty. 

I can't be in this city any longer.

I'm leaving. 

I wish tonight wasn't the last winter snowstorm or I'd pack my car and go now.  

your melody isn't that sweet anyways. 

my mind is filled with too many pipe dreams. 

I'm not naive like you think, so stop pretending like everything's alright. 

The spiral always goes down not up,

I should be there, but I'm here and helpless and hung over. 

why is it impossible for my eyes to make tears?

Chain smoking & delta blues all through the early morning.