If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.

But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.

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

Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been.

There was a typewriter buried alive in that horse, the one I road to get out of the flood.

...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.

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