I couldn’t resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown.He’s just not as tall, but I couldn’t tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

You know I’m no good

Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.

I’m not like themBut I can pretend

Given the chance, i’ll die like a baby, on some faraway beach, when the season’s over.

My mind is killing me”— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

The worst things in life come free to us

Night air has the strangest flavourSpace to breathe it – time to savourAll that night air has to lend meTil the morning makes me angryIn the night air, the night air.I’ve acquired a kind of...

The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

What have they done to the earth?What have they done to our fair sister?Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit herStuck her with knives in the side of the dawnAnd tied her with fences...

Autumn leaves under frozen soles,Hungry hands turning soft and old,My hero cried as we stood out their in the cold,Like these autumn leaves I don’t have nothing to holdAutumn leaves how faded now,that smile that...

The sky is full of dreams, but you don’t know how to fly.

Most of my lyrics are little stories about my experiences or those of my friends.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace...

If the music is amazing, you can get away with anything.

You choke my throatWith words of wonderYou make it hard to breatheYour love’s so coldJust like an arrowPierced through my skin I bleed

I won’t be stuck in traffic ’til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I’m loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don’t bother me oh realizing I’m psychopathicA wild beast, baby...

No use wishing now for any other sin.

Every song deserves lyrics. Deserves a story to tell.

Set your dreams where nobody hides, give your tears to the tide…

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you’re wasting your time.

You made me feel less aloneYou made me feel not quite soDeformed, uninformed and hunchbackedAre you aware wherever you areThat you have just died?

Besides, taking a chance on romance is a dance in tight pants. It’s risky but frisky. But make the right move and your in the groove.

When all that you’ve tried, leaves nothing but holes inside.

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants – use it to get into their heads.

So no one told your life wasGonna be this wayYour job’s a jokey brokeYour love life’s D.O.A.It’s like you’re always stuckIn second gearWhen it hasn’t been your dayYour week, your monthOr even your year but,I’ll...

I won’t ever ask if you don’t ever tell me.I know you well enough to know you never loved me

I have nothing! Nothing! If I don’t have you.

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It’s uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind.

We throw stones though we live in glass houses,We talk shit like its a cross to bare.You’re only relevant ’til you get older.Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer

I let the beast in too soon I don’t know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it’s so sweet. You think you know how...

There’s a time I can recallFour years old and three feet tallTrying to touch the stars and the cookie jarAnd both were out of reach

I don’t know karate, but I know ka-razy!

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI’ve tried so hard to make it workthat I’m dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can’t have...

We have all lived through that shriveling moment when a parent walks into a room and repeats, with sardonic disbelief, a couplet picked up from the stereo or the TV. ‘What does that mean, then?’...

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

You wrote my thoughtsFor all the world to seePainted the skyWith immortal words

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here its like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I...

And now I know that you’re the oneI’ve waited my whole life forYou’re budding leaves turning green in springYou’re the fresh breath of air that summer bringsYou’re the autumn sky painted in rainbow huesYou’re the...

If you’re not creating, you’re disintegrating.

I was a fool for love, I was a fool.

You’re a shameful opportunist! What you don’t understand is that it’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!”You have it backwards… it’s better to live on your feet than to...

These spider webs are my home now

To me, lyrics are harder to write when you have to invent the feelings behind them. That’s when lyrics take a lot of thought, when they aren’t genuine.

I’m a wanderessI’m a one night standDon’t belong to no cityDon’t belong to no man(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne’s quote from his novel “The Wanderess”.)

I walked when I should have runI ran when I should have walkedAnd don’t I know it, don’t I know it

Life’s just a cocktail party – on the street.