In a world that’s breaking, where nothing is for keeps..
I’ll love you like there’s no tomorrow, ‘cause nothing ever felt like this.

…and you let her go.

Four’s eyes are still on mine when he lifts his hand, pulls his elbow back, and throws the knife. It is just a flash in the air, and then I hear a thud. The knife is buried in the board, half a foot away from my cheek. I close my eyes. Thank God.
“You about done, Stiff?” asks Four.

“It’s real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I’ve managed it.” 

So I suppose it all started with my first crush in fourth grade. Cory Robertson… yeah, he liked the cool girl; she had straight hair. Little did he know I was writing songs about him after school, dreaming of one day becoming a country singer. Or… maybe a poet. Or a professional basketball player.

Well, eventually I found my way.

Untouchable, like a distant diamond sky

Fearless Tour