"Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with, because I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seat belt and again when you’re head goes through the windshield. Is that what you call tact? You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back, so let’s end this call and end this conversation. Everyone’s caught on to everything you do, everyone’s caught on to you."
→ 27 Nov 13 at 2 am
(Pretty bad quality of this song, but oh well.)
"Excuse me while I laugh my ass off."
Perfect song for this night. I’m sorry, but this whole thing just turned really amusing to me.
→ 27 Nov 13 at 12 am
This is my friend Parker Deal singing an acoustic cover of “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World and it is absolutely fantastic. Listen and love it.
"Our bond will break, because you can’t relate to anyone, to anything at all. You brought your worst and I’m right here. I’ve seen it all, and its never been so clear. You’re not the person that I knew back then. Its all too late to set things straight, because everything has been. You’re not the person that I knew back then. Lets try and act like this didn’t happen. Follow your friends, like you ever had them."
"I’m a thousand miles away from Your throne, lost within this desert land alone. Hard to swallow the seeds that we’ve sown. You give life and breath to a singing stone."
"What can I say? And what can I do? But offer this heart, oh God, completely to you."
"What is a man who lays a hand on his lover and calls it tough love? What is a man who can’t take a stand for his daughter and calls it tough love?"
"There comes a day when you rectify who you are with who you want to be with, and I can’t make the two things coexist. So don’t let me cave in. You drove me all the way up here, because you could tell that I was a mess. I wasn’t going to make it to dinner. I shouldn’t be calling again."
"I still wish you the best of luck, baby, and don’t go thinking that this was a waste of time. I couldn’t forget you if I tried. You killed what was left of the good in me, I’m tired so let me be broken."
"We’re a nation full of dumbbells, pulling night shifts at the gym. And we’re a nation full of book-worm girls dumbing down to fall in love with them. We’re a nation full of suspects, whistling dixie at the scene. And we’re a nation full of bad detectives selling clues to everyone we meet. We’re a nation full of envy, insecure and losing sleep. We’re a nation full of jealous boyfriends driven nuts by facts and history. We’re a nation full of ivy, its wall to wall to wall all green. And we’re a nation full of soundbite blood cells bound in knots and swelling down the stream. We wrap Bibles up in blankets, just in case we’re watched in sleep, but its the slingshots underneath our pillows that keep us calm, rested, and relieved. We’re a nation built on eggshells, bandages, and apple seeds. Attractive homes on top of bruised foundations that come apart gradually before they’re leveled completely."
"Don’t you ask me if its love, my dear. Love don’t really mean a thing round here. The fake scenes, the plastic made dreams. Say you don’t want it, say you don’t want it."
"You were as I, tempted and tried, human. The Word became flesh, bore my sin and death, now You’re risen. Everything I once held dear, I count it all as lost. Lead me to the cross where Your love poured out. Bring me to my knees, Lord I lay me down. Rid me of myself, I belong to You. Lead me to the cross."