And Nobody Had Told Them That They

She Needed To Talk, She Needed To Cry, She Needed To Vent All Her Frustrations And Disappointments.

You Never Forget About Things You've Done That You Know You Shouldn't Have Done. They Hang Around Your Mind, Linger Like A Thief Casing A Joint For A Future Job. You See Them There, Dramatically Lurking Nearby In Striped Monochrome, Leaping Behind Postboxes As Soon As Your Head Whips Around To Confront Them. Or It's A Familiar Face In A Crowd That You Glimpse But Then Lose Sight Of. An Annoying Where's Wally? Forever Locked Away And Hidden In Every Thought In Your Conscience. The Bad Thing That You Did, Always There To Let You Know.

I Guess When You’re Trying To Find All The Parts Of Yourself, It’s Difficult To Be With Someone Who’s Already Fully Intact.

There Are Certain Kinds Of Silence That Make You Walk On Air.

People Who Say Its A Long Story, Mean It's A Stupid Short One That They Are Too Embarrassed And Couldn't Be Bothered To Tell