and you call me up again
just to break me like a promise
so casually cruel in the name of being honest
i'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
cause i remember it all too well

and you call me up again
just to break me like a promise
so casually cruel in the name of being honest
i'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
cause i remember it all too well

"Better to be safe than sorry and look like an idiot carrying your pillow to the airport.. it is clean though!"

Say you’re sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to, as I paced back and forth all this time, cause I honestly believed in you, holding on the days drag on, stupid girl, I should’ve know, I should’ve know.

No, I didn't have a punk phase. I’m supposed to say yes but, no. I was a cheerleader.


“When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he’s not easy to spot; he’s really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.” 

”.. the ones like me, looking out for their idiot best friends.”

- How does that man, that war hero end up here, in a lonely old house, looking for ghosts? - Because I killed…and I caused to have killed…I sent young men and women to their deaths…but here I am, still alive, and…it does tend to haunt you. Living, after so much of…the other thing.