"Gotta slow up, gotta shake this high. Gotta take a minute just to ease my mind. Cause if I don’t walk, I’ll keep messing around and I’ll be falling all the way down."
In November I’ll be going to my 30th concert of the year. That’s a whole month. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or disgusted, but instead of wasting time figuring it out I’m just going to keep going to more concerts.
Just kidding, by the end of November I’ll have been to 35. I should stop counting it’s dumb. I hope my wallet will forgive me.
You’ve wanted this so badly for 8 months and it finally happened!
"Whiskey and rum, blood on my tongue; you haunt me. Tonic and gin, blood’s getting thin; you haunt me. I’m never gonna let you go."
"I’ll use you as a warning sign that if you talk enough sense, then you’ll lose your mind. I’ll use you as a focal point so I don’t lose sight of what I want."