I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

It just don't make no sense. Why can't it work out in my head? Why I can't be happy? There's definitely reasons I should be.

But you're an artist - and your mind don't work the way you want it to.

Let's talk about how it fell on my shoulders as it came pouring out my ears. Let's talk about the face of our love and how it might look with the addition of tattooed tears.

And if you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine.

You sleep, I sleep, watch TV like tea leaves, play video games, it's all the same. Everything I do negatively affects my brain.

Let me be a blue raft on a blue sea, I'll blend right in.

I won’t announce my sheer descent But, holy fuck, there will be signs

pull the trigger, nova.

How can people wake up every morning and not think -- The sun is still there! And I'm still here! This is incredible!

Is it terrible that it might take the fall of humanity to make me feel this relaxed?

I think that they should try some singing and some overalls and kale