“I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.”

She greets death with a curtsy.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

And if you only opened the window you’d see the morning light seep through.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

If the Bible had said that Jonah swallowed the whale, I would believe it.

I believe in life you need to always ask for everything politely and nicely, and then if they say no you do what you wanted to do anyway

Government ought to be all outside and no inside. Everybody knows that corruption thrives in secret places, and avoids public places, and we believe it a fair presumption that secrecy means impropriety.

I think I need a psychiatrist because I do believe I am mentally disturbed in some way.

I do not believe in starving myself.

Only those who believe attempt the seemingly impossible.

If you believe Jesus ever had a good word for war or torture or tax cuts for the rich, or raping the earth, or refusing water to dying migrants, then you might as well believe bunnies lay painted eggs.

Clown’ was written when I couldn’t find anyone who believed in me as an artist. Maybe those labels will think twice next time a young songwriter comes along.