Trying to kill the noise with silence.

The quickest way to my heart is through my ribcage.
[True story]
My love, you turn self destruction into an art form.
Unfortunately I don’t have the luxury of wasting my own time.

My love, you turn self destruction into an art form.

Unfortunately I don’t have the luxury of wasting my own time.

I can tell it’s winter by the size of the lump in my throat.

I wish my pillows had heart beats.

That was the first night I’ve cried myself to sleep in a very long time.

I am not a fan.

Your heart won’t heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.

—The Postal Service

Like lions do.

Do you miss her when you’re sleeping Do you find it hard to eat when Everything reminds you of her stilly ghost So to captains if my captain how can I become a captain Get the strength I need to pull this one around (I will wait under the tow like lions do) Oh my God What am I doing here And I walk this ship of golden brown You sit back covered up sounds That don’t come from my lips You know they don’t come from my lips

And you can try to break the silence while you’re making love with violence To my flesh & blood a traitor.

How far does it go? Is it me or is your face in the water? My head will explode if I try to hold my breath any longer.

—What a lullaby, what a way to die.

Lovers Eyes.

Love was kind for a time
But now just leaks and it makes me blind
This mirror holds my eyes too bright
I can’t see the others in my life
Were we too young
And heads too strong
To bear the weight of these lover’s eyes

'Cause I feel numb beneath your tongue
Beneath the curse of these lover’s eyes

But do not ask the price I pay
I must live with my quiet rage
Tame the ghosts in my head
That run wild and wish me dead
Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord forget all of my sins
Well let me die where I lie
'Neath the curse of my lover's eyes

'Cause there's no drink
Or drug I’ve tried
To rid the curse of these lover’s eyes
And I feel numb beneath your tongue
Your strength just makes me feel less strong

I walk slow
I walk slow
Take my hand 
Help me on my way

  • Mumford & Sons

And now this land
Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees
At every turn
The water runs away from me and the halo disappears
And the hole when youre not near

So what if I was wrong?

Mumford & Sons

Hold On To What You Believe