Favorite Lyrics

I am up again against the skin of my guitar, in the window of my life, looking out through the bars. I am sounding out the silence, avoiding all the words. I’m afraid I can never say enough. I’m afraid no one has heard me. - The Story

Art is why I get up in the morning. But my definition ends there. And it doesn't seem fair that I’m living for something I can't even define, and there you are, right there in the meantime. –Out Of Habit

I played the powerless in too many dark scenes and I was blessed with a birth and a death and I guess I just want some say in between. -Talk To Me Now

I’m singing now because my tear ducts are too tired, and my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired. I make such a good statistic. Someone should study me now. Somebody's got to be interested in how I feel, just 'cause I’m here, and I’m real. – Fire Door

We don't say everything that we could, so that we can say later, ”Oh, you misunderstood.” I hold my cards up close to my chest. I say what I have to, and I hold back the rest. 'Cause someone you don't know is someone you don't know. Get a firm grip, girl, before you let go. For every hand extended, another lies in wait. Keep your eye on that one, and anticipate. – Anticipate

I said, “I think we need new responses. Each question's a revolving door.” And she said, “Yeah. My life may not be something special, but it's never been lived before.” – Brief Bus Stop

Have you ever been bent or pulled? Have you ever been played like strings? If I could see you I could strum you. I could break you, make you sing. But I guess you can't really see the wind. It just comes in and fills the space. And every time something moves, you think that you have seen its face. – Any day

I just write about what I should have done. I just sing what I wish I could say and hope somewhere some woman hears my music and it helps her through her day. –I’m No Heroine

Sometimes there’s poetry written right on the bathroom wall. – Good, Bad, Ugly

Somebody do something, anything soon. I know I can't be the only whatever I am in the room. So why am I so lonely? Why am I so tired? I need backup. I need company. I need to be inspired. – Face Up And Sing

Life is a b-Movie, it's stupid and it's strange it's a directionless story and the dialogue is lame, but in the he said she said sometimes there's some poetry if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally. -Hell Yeah

Squint your eyes and look closer, I'm not between you and your ambition, I am a poster girl with no poster, I am thirty-two flavors and then some and I'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might wanna turn your head cause some day you are going to get hungry and eat most of the words you just said. -32 Flavors

I wish I didn't have this nervous laugh. I wish I didn't say half the stuff I say. I wish I could just learn to cover my tracks. I guess I’m not concerned about getting away with it. -Light Of Some Kind

So I'll walk the plank and I'll jump with a smile, if I'm gonna go down, I'm gonna do it with style and you won't see me surrender, you won't hear me confess cause you've left me with nothing but I've worked with less. –Dilate

Cause the bathroom mirror has not budged and the woman who lives there can tell the truth from the stuff that they say and she looks me in the eye and says would you prefer the easy way, no, well okay then, don't cry. -Joyful Girl

I’ve got better things to do than survive. – Swan Dive

Half of learning how to play is learning what not to play. And she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to say. Then she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her moves, and make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to prove. She crawls out on a limb, and begins to build her home. It’s enough just to look around to know she's not alone. -Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up

And you can call me crazy, but I think you're as lazy as white paint on the wall. And I know you'll only speak to me in dial tones if I call. – Cloud Blood

It’s a narrow margin just room enough for regret. In the inch and a half between “Hey, how ya been?” and “Can I kiss you yet?” So we talk like nervous neighbors over a tall fence. True love, but for lack of providence. - Providence

Cause I got tossed out the window of love's el Camino and shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb. You were smoking me, weren't you? Between your yellow fingers. You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word." - Marrow

How many times undone can one person be as they're careening through the facade of their favorite fantasy, you just close your eyes slowly like you're waiting for a kiss and hope some lowly little power will pull you out of this. -So What

I smoke and I drink and every time I blink I have a tiny dream, but bad as I am I'm proud of the fact that I'm worse than I seem. –Grey

You are a miracle but that is not all you are also a stiff drink and I am on call. You are a party and I am a school night and I’m looking for my door key but you are my porch light. -School Night

I do not want to know you this way, surrounded by so much pain. But how am I supposed to let go of you this way, like a bird into the sky of my brain? - Rock Paper Scissors

We never see things changing. We only see them ending. -Slide