I can read you like a magazine

I am blinded by the eye of the needle

When I think of the days I'm gone, don't matter how far I'm gone, I'm always feeling like home

I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies and I'm not proud of my address, in the torn up town

I sat quietly, agreed politely, I guess that I forgot I had a choice

All that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me unless it’s perfect

The thought that just burns into me of you in the ink of the night is the breathtaking danger of you

I could've put them to good use

world's spinning 'round, there's no sign of slowing down