And I tried to chalk it up to low self esteem. I guess my selfishness got the best of me. And I tried to tell them all in each interview that I've been nothing but good to you. And I don't hate myself, just the things I do. But I hope you see that I'm trying to improve.

I’d have nothing to say. I was only desperate to make conversation and prove myself a witty, amusing, and thoughtful girl, the sort one cannot imagine living without. The difficulty, of course, is that I am nothing to you.

The truth was, I wanted to hear his voice again. When his voice came from some other part of me
than my conscious memory, when his voice was perfect and honey smooth rather than the pale echo my memories usually produced, I was able to remember without pain.

And all these lines fall short of what I had in mind, a failed attempt to capsulize a feeling. So I just try, fail and try and try again. Someday I swear I'm going to get it, because I'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is.

Here we lay again, on two separate beds, riding phone lines to meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory. We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings and missing each other too much to have had to let go. We turn our music down and we whisper, "say what you're thinking right now."

There are miles of air and road and land that separate me from all my plans. We're having fun, but something tells me I miss someone.

My heart is on my sleeve and that's where it'll stay until the day you're brave enough to walk my way and tell me the things you were too stubborn to say.

Tell me where you are tonight, and is everything alright? Do you remember what I said, while she's sleeping in your bed? Tell me now you smile hard, cause I don't smile much so far. And is she everything you need; is she everything I couldn't be? does she make everything match better, bring you all the shiny weather that you want? and is she everything... everything I'm not?

Misplaced by closeness, thoughts of friendship fail to sate the thoughts I have of us. You know you said that I'm beautiful but what's beauty to you anyway. You wrote to me, said you missed me but is that really the best that you can do?

It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true

I still hadn’t been able to sink back into my protective shell of numbness, and everything seemed oddly close and loud today like I had taken cotton out of my ears.

All I`d ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."

I wrote this lyric for you, all by myself. What makes you think I need you, or anybody else? But when you see me walking, just staring at my feet. Because I'm not all about you, I'm already complete.

Gazing out at the snow covered fields, I remembered something, or maybe someone, then I thought to my self, this can 't be all that I have left.

I was just looking at him & something happened. It wasn't an explosion of emotions, or the butterflies of love in my heart. It was a more of slow & subtle creeping of feelings, that finally, when there was enough of them, it leaked into my heart & I noticed him differently.

So unpredictable and I'm so typical. I tried to sell you a heart before you saw through. I will sing your melody until the fluid stops choking me. And when my eyes are paralyzed I'll stare up at you my star, but I can never leave.

What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I've left places I didn't even know I was leaving. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-bye, or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse.

Being young enough not to know what comes next. What comes after cute little animals & a fun day with Spot. When the letters got smaller & the words usually had a double & darker meaning. When you realize that everything can do more than sting. It can burn & sear & make you want to just curl up in a corner & turn off the light.

The thoughts in my head keep running over, again your redundant sympathy for me could never make me feel any better. I'm falling, further, away from you, I stumble, still waiting, for your answer. This is the last time you'll hear my voice, screaming the words that never made sense from the tears in your eyes to the smile on my face. You finally got, what's coming to you

Seems it's been many miles. I always watch you when you’re sleeping, with memories outside your conscience, glows so white and clean. You’ve got your golden halo. I’ve got my eyes shut tight. You’re never out of mind, just out of sight

And then I felt the snow melting onto my legs. I felt the wind ripping past my ears- I felt the emptiness in and around me. I felt every miserable inch of the real world from which I was trying to escape, and then it dawned on me like a blast of hungover sunshine.

You call me on the phone and you don't even want to talk. You're staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up. We got inches away and I never even got close.

Maybe in five or ten, 'yours and mine' will meet again. Straighten this whole thing out. Maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy. But this is the distance and this is my game-face.

Hello to a broken world that has gone on without you. In twenty years you haven't found any evidence of truth. I don't blame you for questioning why people fall in love. It's all the things you were taught to run from.

I made the mistake of looking at him. God, he was gorgeous. Even more so when I couldn't have him. Couldn't touch him. Couldn't kiss him. He was supposed to be dead to me. How could he be so beautiful?

What I tried to say this couldn't feel more wrong. I can't believe its happening or lasting this long. If we know each other then why should it be so hard? Why should it be so hard to make it stop?

I've been wandering around, making up movies in my head. So we say don't let it go,let me try and pull out pride. I already forget how I used to feel about you

I need support. I don't need questioning. I don't need you to understand yet I need you not to doubt. I need you to tell me everything's going to be okay, but I know it's not.

I guess I like to bring you down, just to keep you around. Because the day you realize how amazing you are, you´re gonna leave me...

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

Your emotions change faster than your circumstances, so what you say may not be how you feel just a few hours later. Remember, you don't have to justify the shifts of your emotional tides. They are what they are.

Waiting is a trap. There will always be reasons to wait. The truth is, there are only two things in life: reasons & results. And reasons simply don't count.

When you're talking out loud and nobody is there, you look like hell and you just don't care, you're drinking more than you ever drank, and sinking down lower than you ever sank. When you find yourself falling upon your knees, praying to god, begging him "please", that's when she's more than a memory.

I think the hardest part about kicking a habit is wanting to kick it. I mean, we all get addicted for a reason, right? Often, too often, things that start out as just a normal part of your life at some point cross the line to obsessive, compulsive, out of control. It's the high we're chasing, the high that makes everything else fade away.

Here I am, swinging alone. A timeframe surrounds the pictures I hold, but they don't hold up well. Started to wonder if I fell in love with you at all and when will a time come I could hear a sad love song, that doesn't speak to me.

To an untrained eye, love and need were easily mistaken for each other. All I could do right then was feel this wrenching hold in my stomach and heart, and call it love.

I took the Polaroid down in my room. I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend. It's not as if I don't like you. It just makes me sad whenever I see it, cause I like to be gone most of the time and you like to be home most of the time. If I stay in one place I lose my mind. I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with

You want a vision you can't have. A line that you can't walk. Writhing on the floor. You won't be aware until it's too late. Cause you never look around. You're like a deer in the headlights baby, queen of delusion, you will never learn compassion. Start a fire and you can never put it out. You're burning up in the blaze you started. I want to see you face down, because I know that you play that part so well.

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when, although I wasn't there. He said I was his friend, which came as some surprise. I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.