Everybody’s Got A Mean Side.

Talk Into My Bullet Hole. Tell Me I'm Fine.

It Was Only When You Left It Alone That A Tree Might Treat You As A Friend. After The Blade Bit In, You Had Yourself A War.

I'll Never Forget You. Your Husband Will Beat You With An Extension Cord And The Bus Will Pull Away Leaving You Standing There In Tears, But You Were My Mother.

English Words Are Like Prisms. Empty, Nothing Inside, And Still They Make Rainbows.

All These Weirdos, And Me Getting A Little Better Every Day Right In The Midst Of Them. I Had Never Known, Never Even Imagined For A Heartbeat, That There Might Be A Place For People Like Us.