I want so badly to tell Her it’s going to be all right, that I’ll leave the band and forget this silly crusade. I want to tell Her that I am ready to settle for this life, that she is all I will ever need in the world, and that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell Her that I will protect Her forever. But none of that would be the truth. So I don’t say anything at all.

If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.

Music never leaves you alone, and punk rock will always be there when nothing else will.

Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.

But our love isn’t easy because it’s not meant to be. It requires work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I’m in it for the long haul, I’m not going away.

Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.