Life is made up of now, and the past and the future are nothing more than inedible garnishes.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousThe past screams louder than the future. The future is mute, but it’s not deaf.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousOne Jarod’s a lover, and one Jarod’s a fighter. Which Jarod am I? The middle one.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousTaxes and Texas—they have the same letters, but only one can go to hell.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousI’m asking you not to do it. Can you do that for me? Can you do not doing it?
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousI came from a broken home. My bedroom window was cracked.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousI’m not a good liar, and that makes me a good liar, because liars are bad, and bad liars are good.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousThe chimes were clinging in the wind. Or were they clanging, and clinging to hope?
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousI’m hungry to win. I should enter a hotdog eating contest.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousAs a person, I have to claim my persona as my own. If I don’t, my clone will do it for me.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousI’ll take away your disillusionment, and replace it with an illusion.
Seriously delirious, but not at all serious