to a friend (alexisonfire)

What are you suffering for?
You're proud of some kind of personal war
And will you throw it away,
for nothing more than the simple taste?

I stay in time and watch you pass by
I draw this line
and hope you take my side
You shouldn't have to fight alone
It's nobody's battle but your own

rough hands (alexisonfire)

Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you,
but how much you're willing to change to suit them.

(two people too damaged too much too late)