If I wake up in the morning and I don't want to get you a coffee or if I don't see you for a week and I don't want to go figure out something to FedEx you, then we've got a problem. You can fake the words I miss you, but you can't fake getting someone a book.

Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.

You look so good it hurts sometimes.

Nothing feels worse than having to break the stage down before the performance, and I mean nothing.

When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.

If you never stop when you wave goodbye you just might find, if you give it time, you will wave hello again.

Might be a quarter life crisis, just disturbin' in my soul.