I still define myself by the places that I’ve been.
A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.
Goldfish have no memory, I guess their lives are much like mine. And the little plastic castle is a surprise everytime.
Emptiness has its solace in that there’s nothing left to take.
I know men are delicate origami creatures who need women to unfold them, hold them when they cry. But I am tired of being your savior and I am tired of telling you why.
It’s just hard to travel in the shadow of regret. In fact, it’s so hard that I actually haven’t left yet.
You’ve decided to love me for eternity, I’m still deciding who I want to be today.
The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.
Subtract out the impact and the fall is all you get. So here’s two beers to remember why and three more to forget.
I’ll walk the plank and I’ll jump with a smile, cause if I’m gonna go down I’m gonna do it with style.
Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn’t joking when I said goodbye.
Love isn’t over when the sheets are stained.
Don’t tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice. Tell me, isn’t that your picture? Isn’t that your voice.
My life may not be something special But it’s never been lived before.
And I was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station, if we drive out of range.
I love all those great ‘f’ words – feminism, folk music...
It’s not important to be defined, it’s only important to use your time well.
I am still praying for revolution.
I am writing graffiti on your body. I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
I can’t wait to get back to New York City where at least when I walk down the streat, no one ever hesitates to tell me exactly what they think of me.