While the past is the past, it often affects our decisions later on in life.
I own the night...the heat's my receipt.
I had started to wonder if maybe my life wouldn't always hold so much pain if I could just find the courage to let it go.
I'm a cold winter morning, y'all Summer's Eve.
You really only think with one part of your anatomy don't you?
We ain't speak, clicking heat is our Morse code.