lyrics

Long live the pioneersRebels and mutineersGo forth and have no fearCome close the end is near

I took a road that wasn't the road, but it was something I chose and that's fine.

Funny, cute and kissableI've found a girl that makes me lose controlEvery night's like the first nightNever gettin' old

Blood still stains when the sheets are washedSex don't sleep when the lights are offKids are still depressed when you dress them upAnd syrup is still syrup in a sippy cupHe's still dead when you're done with the bottleOf course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradleKids are still depressed when you dress them upSyrup is still syrup in a sippy cup

Maybe the internet raised us, or maybe people are jerks.

Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams we knew so well. I'll see you around our dear ocean town.

roughly 90 percent of songs have mating as their central theme, and this holds true regardless of cultural setting or historical period.

Sailboats with they were stars, floating softly through the sky, among our dreams that pay goodbye.

The right music and lyrics can infiltrate your soul.

Well I'll be waiting for a long, long time in the line which is your arms.

If tears were liquor, I'd have drunk myself sick.

Anything you say can and will be used against you, so only say my name.

Everything about you resonates happinessNo I won't settle for less

Maybe I'm overcast. And maybe all my lucks washed down the drain.

If you could see my thoughts, you could see our faces.

reality has too many heads

When I write I like to give equal justice to lyrics, too. I want the song to have meaning for me so I can make it have meaning for the audience.

There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That's how the light gets in.