I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night.

Stop comparing yourself to others. You can be the most beautiful rose and some jerk will still say they prefer daisies.

I think there’s a flaw in my code.

So many people are concerned with being the perfect ‘something.’ Whether it’s the perfect singer, the perfect sexy girl, or the perfect feminist. I don’t want to be the perfect anything.

You can’t wake up. This is not a dream. You’re part of a machine. You’re not a human being.

I’m tired and angry but somebody should be.

I gotta recognize the weapon in my head

I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head. They beg me to write them so I’ll never die when I’m dead.

Stuck in the middle of “I love you” and “I can’t take this anymore.

Thank you for warming the industrial gray of my concrete foundation and turning my bones from cement blocks to rich mahogany wood.

I hope you’ll stay. I hope you’ll stay. But I would leave me too, if I could.

And it was on my first day on Earth that I realized I didn’t measure up, and I never would.

We are the new Americana, high on legal marijuana, raised on Biggie and Nirvana, we are the new Americana.

Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper ’bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me.

Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised.

Pop music really is a love and a joy and science (of songwriting).

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.

I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight. But I still let everyone down when I change in size.

Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

What happened to the soul that you used to be?

Young James Dean, some say he looks just like his father. But he could never love somebody’s daughter.

You were red, you liked me ’cause I was blue. But you kissed me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. Then you decided purple just wasn’t for you.

I miss the memories replaying in my head, I miss the thought of a forever, you and me.

I was as pure as a river, But now I think I’m possessed, You put a fever inside me, And I’ve been cold since you left.

I won’t let anyone down,
If I crawl tonight
But I still let everyone down,
When I change in size
And I went tumbling down,
Trying to reach your height
But I scream too loud,
If I speak my mind.

I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work. Let my skin sink into the armchair and lose its shape. Lose its form. Collapse into a sigh.

I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic, and I cursed the ground for growing green.

I keep a pistol when I sleep -inside my mouth so I don’t fight my tongue -for saying all these things, like how I saw you in my dreams.

A beautiful woman is a car crash. Shiny asphalt and smoking rubber. Melted plastic and metal edges. Glimmering glass shrapnel iridescence scattered across the road. Haphazard beauty. Dignified and slightly terrifying.

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me. I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.

I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head.

I imagine the tears in your eyes the very first night I’ll sleep without you and when it happens I’ll be miles away.

I’ve done some things that I can’t speak and I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave.

I’ve missed your calls for months it seems, don’t realize how mean I can be, ’cause I can sometimes treat the people that I love like jewelry.

Everybody wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink, how your hands felt in my hair, if we were high on amphetamines.

We’re the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls.

The truth hurts but secrets kill.

The warning signs can feel like they’re butterflies.

I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.

I’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.

He’s out his head, I’m out my mind. We got that love, the crazy kind.

Stuck in the middle of “I love you” and “I can’t take this anymore.

They cry, “But I want to be a writer!” And my head hangs. You are asking to be shot square in the head. You know not what you seek. You ask for bleeding brains and carnage that stains your pillowcase. You ask for jelly in the place of the cartilage in your spine. You ask for kindness that is never returned. You wish to burn alive in the flame of a love unrequited. It’s simple. Write.

I don’t say it often, but I’m proud of the woman that I turned out to be.

I can’t remember what it’s like to face a mirror
And not hate the person staring back at me

How strange to write about “having” when for so long I’ve drawn inspiration only from longing?

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, ’til our wide eyes burn blind.

I’m a wanderess, I’m a one night stand. Don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man.

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

All we do is drive. All we do is thin about the feelings that we hide.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me, I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.

I couldn’t stand the person inside me. I turned all the mirrors around.

I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.

All we do is think about the feelings that we hide. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.

I see all things in this world as more beautiful than I, and I spin the details of their atoms in every paragraph and brushstroke.

I’m half of everything I hate, and half of everything I create.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin.

I don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be.

I love you more than I love anybody

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.

Be a voice for all those who have prisoner tongues

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said.

I hope you’ll stay. But I would leave me too, if I could.

They can break our hearts. They won’t take our souls.

I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.

I keep a record of the wreckage in my life.

My love is yours if you’re willing to take it.

I don’t need anyone. I just need everyone and then some