All I ever wanted you to do was feel this feeling. Be this way. Exhale the sky.

All you ever did was feel different. Be away. Wash your hands with air.

All I love is a feeling. I still feel this way. I cannot breathe.

I still forget there's air out there.

I still forget how white hot everything was.

I still forget myself.

There's nothing wrong with this.

There's nothing true about this.

There's nothing.

You were once everything I felt.

You were once everything.

You were, once.

And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.

- I Wrote This For You

I don't remember. For a while, when I'm in school and I've to talk to people and pretend like everything's okay. But then I come home and I sit down and listen to You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds on repeat and I start feeling like shit and I want nothing more than to just lie down and forget.

Is everyone here make-believe?

I don't know. I don't know.