Stop
Let the music play,
Sing along to my favorite song.
Hold my hand
We can drive until we run out of gas.
Through this southern night
In our eighteenth year,
We laugh and stare.
I'm trying hard to feel again
Light the spark
And we'll wake up tomorrow and
Face our fears together.

Sometimes I just
Wish I couldn't
Feel at
All

Red and white lights passing in all directions
at speeds that shouldn't be humanly possible.
As I try to clear my head of any distractions,
the thought of what used to be is unstoppable.

A black blur whirling and winding all around me
reminds me that nothing good can ever really stay.
Occasionally, there are times when I simply can't see
just what trials and obstacles lie in our way.

If you stand for nothing
you'll fall for anything.

Be who you are.
Don't let the world mold you.

Do what you love,
Not what the world loves.

Fight for what you believe,
not what you're told to

Hate can't drive out hate.
Only love can do that.

Why are you so good at
                   making me feel worthless?