You were a child who was made of glass.
You carried a black heart passed down from your dad.
If somebody loved you, they'd tell you by now;
We all turn away when you're down.

You want to go back to where you felt safe,
To hear your brother's laughter,
See your mother's face.
Your childhood home is just powder-white bones
And you'll never find your way back.

And when you're gone, will they say your name?
And when you're gone, will they love you the same?
If not, that's okay.
If not, that's okay.

You are broken and callow,
Cautious and safe;
You are boundless in beauty
With fright in your face.
Until someone loves you,
I'll keep you safe,
But like them, I will give you away.

And when you're gone, will they say your name?
And when you're gone, will they love you the same?
If not, that's okay.

And when you're gone, will they say your name?
And when you're gone, will they love you the same?
Oh, when you're gone, we won't say a word.
But you know that's okay.
Don't you know that's okay?

Summer: We've been like Sid and Nancy for months now.
Tom: Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I'm Sid Vicious.
Summer: No I'm Sid.

Any idiot can face a crisis; it's day to day living that wears you out

 

      

should I be worried that Paris has vampires? granted vampires only attack people with unnatural paint-like blood.
I seriously adore Joseph Gordon-Levitt though :)