Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

and half of learning to play is learning what not to play
and she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to say
and she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her moves
and make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to prove

she crawls out on a limb and begins to build her home
and it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not alone

up up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done by god
it's done by people

I've got more than one membership to more than one club and I owe my life to the people that I love.

Any tool is a weapon if you hold it right.

There isn't much I have to say, that I wouldn't rather just shut up and do.

I am watching your chest rise and falllike the tides of my life,and the rest of it alland your bones have been my bedframeand your flesh has been my pillowI am waiting for sleepto offer up the deepwith both hands