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

We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

It takes knowledge to know something. It takes guts to do what you know.

This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

I think everyone should go crazy at least once in their life. I don't think you've truly lived until you've thought about killing yourself.