We're Supposed To Lose Our Friends To

Fear Is A Friend Who's Misunderstood

I Need Some Kind Of Emotional Stake In It To Write My Lyrics, Assuming That Place. It Might Just Be An Emotion I Understand But Am Not Currently Experiencing Necessarily.

High School Is Like A Spork: It's A Crappy Spoon And A Crappy Fork, So In The End It's Just Plain Useless.

Stop Falling In Love With Everything That Lets You Down, Even If Your Hands Are Shaking And Your Faith Is Broken, Even As The Eyes Are Closing, Do It With A Heart Wide Open. Say What You Need To Say.

The Minute Hand Moves Faster Than You Think It Does.