You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.

Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right."

Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?