The future gets no say in who we are.
If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.
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.
Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.