"I CAN STILL SEE THE SMOKE AND IT BURNS, IT BURNS DEEP. IT SINKS INTO MY BEING AND CHOOSES TO SLEEP. HOW COULD I EVER CHOOSE YOU OVER HE, WHEN THE SMOKE EATS THE LEAVES ON THE JUNGLE-BORN TREES?
"HOW DO YOU SEE THIS WHEN THIS ALL MAKES NO SENSE TO ME?" —The Alabama Crush
