Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.

Inside every believe, there's a lie.

In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.

This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

I've got my girl and my guitar, and for me that's enough.

I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall--they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.

I didn’t write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.