I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.

Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?