• The hardest thing about living is knowing that there is something better out there.

    When I'm on the stage this age of worlds disappears
    I am just a fluttering beat of sound and confusion
    Tomorrow I wont remember this feeling, and its not for lack of trying
    In the morning something bright will take my fancy
    I will forget the cohesion, and become stuck in time
    From my start to end I've never been sensible
    And I fear being left behind because I forgot
    If all that is standing is my romanticism and all that will be left is my intensity
    Then for the next time I will remember
    When every breath is a cry like a star imploding
    And every sway to the note is more ecstasy than cool rain
    I will not stop, because then I stand the chance
    I will remember