I Love You More Than Songs Can

I Know The Heart Of Life Is Good.

You Know I Used To Be The Back Porch Poet With My Book Of Lines, Always Hoping Knowing All The Time, I'm Probably Never Gonna Find The Perfect Rhyme. . .for Heavier Things

I Have These Accidents, These Mistakes, These Self-inflicted Wounds, And Then I Tear My Head To Shreds About It For Days.

Life Is Like A Box Of Crayons. Most People Are The 8-color Boxes, But What You're Really Looking For Are The 64-color Boxes With The Sharpeners On The Back. I Fancy Myself To Be A 64-color Box, Though I've Got A Few Missing.

The Biggest Mistake I Made And What Cost Me A Lot Of Enjoyment In My Life, Was Assuming That Everybody Cared. They Don’t.