I’m so tired of flowers.
I know flowers are pretty (like words).
But you gotta realize that you have to pick those flowers up and finally start doing something about those flowers. You always just tell the one you love, “Aren’t they nice flowers?” But you don’t ever pick some and give them.
They’re just there.
And that is sad.
(After the mad house coffee shop gig)
Me: I like your smell.
Matt: Me too.
Me: What did I smell like?
Matt: Like a coffee shop with a little bit of cigarettes.
He was serious too.