You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

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

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.

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

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

We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.