The best songs are the ones about Georgia, even though I've never been there. It's the only place I still believe in Jesus.

I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.

I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.