The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

Forgivenesss: It's a miracle drug. It's God's miracle drug.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.