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| Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you, now I can't stop
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you want to cry
Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
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"The world will miss his hands, his mind, and his heart as he was destined to do great things."
In one week you inspired me with your knowledge, touched me with your smile and left me waiting until fate brought us together again. Now, I'll just have to wait until I see you on the other side. Goodbye my friend, I love you, I miss you, and I'll never ever forget you. Oh, and Happy Birthday buddy. | | |
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I think we'll find each other. | | |
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It is written. | | |
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If it's the beaches
If it's the beaches' sands you want
Then you will have them
If it's the mountains' bending rivers
Then you will have them
If it's the wish to run away
Then I will grant it
Take whatever what you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here
avett brothers
I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
Running With Scissors
I've noticed that in the end,
you think about the beginning.
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
jason mraz
I miss you, when something really good happens, you’re the
first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something
is troubling me, you’re the only one who would’ve understand. Because
I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you’re the only one who could make
me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don’t know where we
went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad.
You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and
not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”?
That’s when it’s really sad.
John Mayer
"Sits down on the bed and starts to cry
And there’s something less about her
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
So I sit down and I cry too
Don’t let her see"
Letting go doesn’t mean we don’t care. Letting go doesn’t mean we shut down. Letting go means we stop trying to force outcomes and make people behave. It means we give up resistance to the way things are, for the moment. It means we stop trying to do the impossible–controlling that which we cannot–and instead, focus on what is possible
"on my tombstone they will carve, 'IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.'"
hunter s. thompson
It’s endearing how I can’t work you out at all. So kiss these lips good-bye, my ways will make your eyes cry. I'll catch the elevator just in time for you to cue the violins. And hey miss splendor pretender, I guess I’m leaving because I know it won’t work. So cue the violins. I'll stick around, I'll sleep on my friend’s floor and I'll write you a letter from the porch to say "I miss you, its over, complications took over us. You're gone, amazing, the world thinks I'm crazy to let you go.”
I'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go.
You've been the only thing that's right, in all I've done.
And I can barely look at you, but every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere away from here.
Why tear out the pages, when you can throw away the book? Why pluck one string, when you can strum the guitar?
Think of me
Anyway you want
I can be
The problem if that's easier
In your head
Move the pieces around
Things I've said
Turn the memory upside down
And it makes it better I know
But sometimes it's hard to swallow
Ben Folds
"She shuts out the night
Tries to close her eyes
If she can find daylight
She’ll be all right
She’ll be all right
Just not tonight"
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
jason mraz
It's all your fault
you called me beautiful
you turned me out and now I can't turn back
I hold my breath because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
and it's not fair
If you turn it on you'd find, I've written you a thousand times.
You would do anything, you'd give up everything for God knows why.
I just can't stay till your gone. I won't wish you well, I wont see you off,
I wont try to call. If I see you in my mind, I'll say to you, it's not your fault.
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But its nice today. Oh the way it was so worth it.
jason mraz
We met for coffee and a cigarette
and talked about that feeling we get
when we hear a certain song that hits the spot
and puts us in a world that's not real anymore.
Everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, it was my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'"
Sylvia Plath
You're a fuck up and you're a drunk, but in your heart you know better. You were born and raised in a loving way now your brain has turned to shit. You're a poet and you're a liar and it's all for your heart's desire. Your eyes are only seeing gray and you'll drink the rest of your days away.
"In time I will fade away
In time I won't care what you say
In time, but time takes time you know"
don't know what I saw
but I ain't seeing it now
woke up this morning
bitterness in my mouth
guess I fell too fast
guess I learned my lesson
"That they get bored with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again. That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health. That by thinking anxiously about the future they forget the present such that they live in neither the present nor the future. That they live as if they will never die, and die as though they had never lived."
Big Fish
I know you have it hard sometimes, don't let the bad things rule your life. Sit back and watch your life take flight, you're just so young, you have the time.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
jason mraz
"Keep your mouth shut when I'm drunk. I hate the person I become when you're not around. I like me better when we talk it all over. If there was ever a time I needed you, it's right now. I believe in a long-winded mind. Most nights I putter out like an over-worked, under oiled engine, staring at a quivering candle, consciousness fading, as I slowly float to sleep. My distorted reality paints a wonderfully deranged pattern. Doubt does strange things to people like us. We hold each other tighter now that the news is in. You're learning to live alone in a home full of holes with two good reasons to find hope. One of these days I'll unwind this watch, and live for you and you alone."
"I never thought of myself as a self-destructive person before, but I don't know -- maybe I do have this weird self-sabotaging streak."
"And she says
I can’t take no more
Her tears like diamonds on the floor
And her diamonds bring me down
Cause I can’t help her now
She’s down in it
She tried her best and now she can’t win it’s
Hard to see them on the ground
Her diamonds falling down"
"Stop counting on that camera that hangs around your neck because it won't remember what you choose to forget as you try to find some source of light, try to name one thing you like. You used to have such a longer list and light, you never had to look for it but now it's so easy to second guess everything you do. You're bored of cheering me up. Bored of calming me down. Bored of drying my eyes. But there once was a time when you were the one. You were the blue of the sky, you came after the storm. You were the switch on the wall, in the dark of the hall, I'm still fumbling for."
I hope you're learning to listen, and I hope you're learning to stay.
and I hope you find what you're missing,
and I hope that you're making your way
The truth was that I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved I love yous and kiwi fruits and flowers and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a million expressions, and the warmth of a baby’s kick under my hand. I deserved to grow, and to change, to become all the girls that I could be over the course of my life, each one better than the last.
You and me, Faith, we're a lot alike. Time was, I thought humans existed just to hurt each other. But then I came here. And I found out that there are other types of people. People who genuinely wanted to do right. And they make mistakes. And they fall down. You know, but they keep caring. Keep trying. If you can trust us, Faith, this can all change. You don't have to disappear into the darkness.
And even if your voice comes back again
Maybe they'll be no one listening
And even if I find the strength to stand
Doesn't mean I won't go missing
And the world will come crashing
jacks mannequin
"Bob Marley had this idea. It was kind of a virologist idea.
He believed that you could cure racism and hate -
literally cure it by injecting music and love into people's lives.
When he was scheduled to perform at a peace rally,
a gunman came to his house and shot him down.
Two days later he walked out on that stage and sang,
and when they asked him why, he said,
"The people who were trying to make this world worse
are not taking a day off. How can I? Light up the darkness."
"By the light of the moon she rubs her eyes
Says it’s funny how the night
Can make you blind
I can just imagine
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
But if she feels bad then I do too
So I let her be"
"Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs."
"Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses"
You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it.
ben folds
I'll keep searching
And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave myself to you.
You and me have honestly gotten in over our heads.
What makes you think that I'll stick around
when you're at war with yourself?
Yesterday was over, today I'm fine without you.
Run away this time without you.
And all I ever thought you'd be, that face is tearing holes in me.
And all the things you put me through,
I'm holding on by letting go of you.
Don't let go
I've wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I've learned to love abuse
Please show me what I'm looking for
So many things we believed in
Now you're leaving
And words won't bring you back
My thoughts tend to sound better in books i didn't write, and in the songs I didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
"Instead I watched him slip away, I watched him fade into a memory cause I knew that was best. I knew my heart couldn’t take it anymore and I knew I’d be alright without him. Tears trickled down my face as he vanished into the distance. It felt like each step he took was a memory fading, a promise breaking, and a love dying. I was okay. He went his way and I went mine though the memories were left behind, about a silly girl and foolish boy in love.”
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