I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.
You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.
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.
We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.
How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?
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.