Friday, June 19, 2009

1. All we know is what we are. We don't know anything else.

2. Ready or not, here I come. I'm chasing in between the lines of safety and luck.

3. Won't you live in a song with me? It's just the music that crosses the lines of your face. It's just what I can remember.

4. So I'll just keep writing like it means something. We all live off fragments anyways. Our hands can only hold so much until we fall. Repeat, repeat, and then some.

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