You Mean Nothing To No One But

Little Soldier, Little Insect You Know War It Has No Heart It Will Kill You In The Sunshine Or Happily In The The Dark Where Kindness Is A Card Game Or A Bent Up Cigarette In The Trenches, In The Hard Rain With A Bullet And A Bet.

The Drunk Kids, The Catholics They're All About The Same They're Waiting For Something Hoping To Be Saved

I Don't See Any Harm In Letting Whatever Comes Out Come Out Of You, Even If It's Sort Of Weird, Or Dark, Or Painful, Or Too Embarrassing, Or Whatever. I Feel Like You Might As Well Get It Down For Yourself. It Can't Do Anything But Help You Get To Where You Want To Be By Recognizing The Thoughts That You're Having.

Sometimes I Worry That I've Lost The Plot My Twitching Muscles Tease My Flippant Thoughts I Never Really Dreamed Of Heaven Much Until We Put Him In The Ground. There Is Nothing As Lucky, As Easy, Or Free

I Try Not To Think About The Idea Of Reaching More And More People, Because Once You Get In That Mindset, I Think You Lose The Point Of Why You're Doing It In The First Place. Still, The Best Feeling I Ever Get Is When I Finish A Song, And It Exists, And It Didn't Exist Before, And Now It's There, And It Makes Me Feel A Certain Way.