Ripper.

Falling.

I am flawed.

Lauren Farmer.

Don't cry, I'll bring this home to you.

The days go black.

The snare hit at the 46 second mark is awesome.

There's no peace.

Things that don't go together: Beer and peanut butter sandwiches. (It doesn't help that I spread the pb on frozen bread then nuked it all a little too much.)

Our hearts get torn up.

We'll look at a place far away from here.

Church.

Fast cars, fine ass.