“The water’s blue as the eyes I left and up till now had no regrets. I’d trade paradise to be with you in Maryland”

-Dashboard Drums from “The Ostrich Syndrome”

 

“When the whiskey and ale will no longer prevail, will you pick yourself up off the floor”

-My Friends from “The Ostrich Syndrome”

 

“So I reach for that bottle so I can be me, or at least be the me that you want me to be”

-The Whiskey from “Familiar”