You deserve the things that you’re afraid to believe in. You deserve the dreams that you’re afraid to have. And all your life you’ve been foolishly hiding your hope underneath your coat and walking with your hands in your pockets as the street lights lead you, hoping they’ll take you home. Hoping they’ll carry you back. Hoping you’ll get surprised. And I hope you do too. I hope you collide into things that make you believe. I hope you can sit at dinner tables and let your dreams defy the cynic talks of those who are  scared. And when the sun takes a bow and the moon pulls the tide and the traffics all gone home and the windows are down and the radio low, I hope you let your guard down and I hope you can trust that it was all for you.

I bet you never thought you’d find yourself with your knees at your cheeks and your memories scattered within the grains that line the shore and I bet you never thought you’d almost give up just like that. But you haven’t and you won’t, I know you won’t, because you were meant for so much more. It’s all for you.

She said “it’s only in my head”… she said “shhh, I know… it’s only in my head.” - Round Here, Counting Crows