People always remember the worst day of their lives. It becomes part of them forever.
Drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested.
And my fingers are ships sailing on your skin, slowly drifting and hoping against hope that they fall off the edge of the earth.
And your heart is nothing but the gravity pulling me towards you.
Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.
I hope you take a piece of me with you. And there’s things I would like to do, that you don’t believe in. I would like to build something, but you’ll never see it happen. And there’s this burning, like there’s always been. I’ve never been so alone, and I’ve never been so alive.
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
Love can hardly leave the room with your heart.