How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?

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.

There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.

I should have told You before talking in terms of Forever that any given day wears me out and works me sour, that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for the stars to shoot at me just so I can feel at Home.

The future gets no say in who we are.

Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.

If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.