"got too much time on my hands, for these nightmare day dreams"

"My whole life’s been one cliched country unfinished line after line after line after line
(...)
And what little I am able to know of love I know that it hurts, it’s sick, it’s sick, it’s sick
It’s a sickness unto death and it’s a hell and at it’s best well hell there just ain’t nothin’ worse"

Josh T. Pearson