"I let life get twisted. Get worn out, torn up, and late with the rent. And now nothing makes sense except the bench and that piano, a feeling nearing order when I’m pressing down the chords."
I’ll never compete with her.

So why even bother?

idckev:

amen
I want to go back to yesterday, and relive it. Relive the numbness I felt. Relive a night of absolutely no pain. Relive a night where there was not one care in the world.