You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins. 

Call me a safe bet, I’m betting I’m not. Glad that you can forgive. I’m only hoping as time goes, you can forget.

- Brand New, The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot.