Recovery isn't linear

And there was always something wild that called you home.

Could have been me, could have been the wind

Seems we both found refuge running fingers through your hair.

How many prayers does the devil say at night

Does he pray for the ******? For the lonely, wretched souls?

How many Hail Maries does it take to make a poor man smile

Does he know the difference between love and a bottle?

Do you know the difference between love and a bottle?

"Happy endings are just stories that haven't finished yet"

  Is that why only the good die young?

  Why young people seem so desperate to leave this earth?

  "**** me now" thrown like casual greetings across school hallways

  Makes it so hard to tell who's really hurting and who's bluffing

  In this strip poker game against life where life always wins

  Takes the clothes right off your back and leaves you naked with a bad hand knowing soon you'll have to sell your body

  And maybe I want to live long enough to see the world end

  Would that be enough compensation?

  I don't think so, because nothing will erase the pain of seeing something beautiful for the first time.

  Except I think that's what they call happiness now, isn't it?

  Because tears don't count unless they're shed over big problems so fake it,

  Bluff it

  I know the moment I get my cards that this second chance was only a play to keep me in the game for one more hand-

  Let's see how much I can loose.

Oh, the feeling

Of looking in the mirror

And knowing in your heart that maybe you could be enough

If your chest wasn't hollow

And maybe you would know how to be happy, remember what it was like to be calm

If the head wasn't on fire

The brain is making a funeral pyre for the loss of the soul

But there's nothing in this body left to burn

So it's throwing itself up in flames.

I like you more than anything that I could ever hope to become.
I want to see you one day on the movie screens and smile
I want to see your face on a billboard and think thank goodness, thank goodness,
That not all of the good die young.

What I treasure most about you
Is not your smile
Not your clothes
Not your strength
Not your beauty
But the way you give and give and give
You'd give up the blood of your body
The second I loose a single drop to a scratch.
Be carful that the world doesn't bleed you dry.