I pity you who know nothing
While I walk softer than this city
My movements are drapes in a state of the art
And your emotions lack the face I value
Keep in mind there is no such thing as awkward silence
When you're talking to yourself
The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.
The stars could be ending in all oblivion
But if I was in your arms
Your eyes would be my salvation
I turn and befriend this cancerous silence
In hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground
The days without you are too long
And the days with you are hardly long enough
In a wild dedication I would set this world ablaze
If only that it would turn your head one more time
"I mean, like, fucking your gonna be somebody's wife one day; keep your legs closed."
- Chris Anderson.