I’m happier when I drink. Why did I ever quit?
I’ll always wait for you.
it crests my dashboard and I feel something I can’t name or describe except that it’s awesome and humbling, and I remember the person I wrote the song about; and I think, your story has spoken to so many, in places so far and wide
to survive is to leave a legacy of hope
This. My god.
Well, won’t you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
Up the time that’s passing.
Breath I’ll take and breath I’ll give
Pray the day ain’t poison
Stand among the ones that live
In lonely indecision.
My ass is bruised by a smeared outline of hand print.
I still get so turned on every time I’m on the highway; that’s when I think of you.