What Did I Owe The Rest Of

You Had No Faith To Lose And You Know It.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy In The Instant That I Preach