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.

We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.

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

I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.

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.

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.

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