I’m not sure I like who I’m becoming
It only takes a minute. And it takes it, and it takes it, and it takes it, and it takes it
That kind of constant debate and the fact that nothing ever changes
This was different. It wasn’t that the project was rough at the edges. It was that there was nothing there to begin with.
Most people are waiting to talk
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
Bands outgrow each other in the same way that friends and relationships outgrow each other. You hit critical mass, I suppose
Everyone can, and will, know everything about you and there will be truly nowhere left to hide
Sleepwalking through life
If you could do it all again; would you?
My life is a hashtag 