Cue The Dream Sequence

The tires beating on the highway remind me of everything. Like the way that the evening lights on Fripp let me know where I should always be.

My lately's consist of road trips, good friends and the The Gilmore Girls 1st Season DVD's. The beach, board games, and regrets about an admission in the previous sentence. Flashlight dances and bottle rocket photographs from 500 feet. 11 crabs, feeding deer potato chips, and upset stomachs... which only feel better when laying in laps across the backseat.

My thinking is set in a pattern that only I wear. I can't make you like it because it doesn't suit the way your hips curve, and it certainly doesn't bring out your eyes.

I am just a guy caught up in the scene with a knack for putting words together and a habit of never thinking before I speak.

The best truths come from the best liars, even though it's not from their mouths.

The thinner the blood the further away I am... at least when my head is concerned. And you know how much I love departures.

BetweenArms. The way that she has these words dancing through my head is only proof that she is every great instrumental.