bastille; starter sentences.
“I love to read the words you used.”
“I was the match and you were the rock. Maybe we started this fire.”
“We were born with nothing and we sure as hell have nothing now.”
“Do you understand that we will never be the same again?”
“How am I gonna get myself back home?”
“We are the last people standing at the end of the night.”
“The birds are mocking me.”
“I was left to my own devices.”
“Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?”
“How am I gonna be an optimist about this?”
“Where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?”
“If we’re only ever looking back, we will drive ourselves insane.”
“I won’t show my face here anymore.”
“Look who’s digging their own grave.”
“There’s a hole in my soul.”
“You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve.”
“Tell me a piece of your history that you’re proud to call your own.”
“Now you’ve hit a wall and it’s not your fault.”
“Can you fill this silence?”
“I’ll see you in the future when we’re old.”
“I can’t say the words out loud.”
“Now you’ll live through the ages.”
“I’ll come back to haunt you.”
“Don’t talk to strangers.”
“Don’t listen to your friends.”
“Are you drifting way beyond what’s normal?”
“Just listen to your friends.”
“I came here to get some peace.”
“I can’t help but think of you.”
“I don’t want to rest in peace.”
“A plague on both your houses.”
“Your voice is a weapon.”
“We were born to be together.”
