The world is hard, my hands are soft.

What has become of us, dear brother?

I want to love you forever and ever, until we’re just a constellation dancing in the sky at the end of time.

I thought forever was etched in the stars, but stars aren’t immortal, and infinity isn’t promised.

If God controls fate, I fear I’m not the God I thought I was.

Roses are red, violets are blue

I wish I could live without you

Wine may stain thy lips, but what stains thy soul?

Dear America,

Are you proud of me?