My Whole Life Is About Forgetting. It's

When We Don't Know Who To Hate, We Hate Ourselves.

Tyler And Me At The Edge Of The Roof, The Gun In My Mouth, I'm Wondering How Clean This Gun Is.

I'm Sorry If This All Seems A Little Rushed And Desperate. It Is.

I Suppose It’s Comfort, Perhaps A Sense Of Self-control, Doing Worse Things To Yourself Than The World Will Ever Dare Inflict.

On A Night Without Moon Or Stars You Can't See A Thing, But You Can Imagine Anything.