You're my favorite explosion.

(You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more,

because everything new distracts the old.)

A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.

A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me,

You'd better not get back up!

I spit my heart into this red cup.

I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.