"My insecurities surround me like lions in the den
And I feel like I'm losing touch with what I am again
And slowly I remember why I cannot pretend
That I never think of you and all this screaming silence"
"Birds still sing on bad days
Flowers grow around graves
Not everyone stays but the real ones do
Our moon moves in phases
So give yourself a little grace
And if you look close where the cracks meet
We're still blooming in concrete"