Life Doesn't Come At You.

You're An Island Of Reality In An Ocean Of Diarrhea.

My Dad Is Still The Only Mraz In The Mechanicsville Phone Book, So He's Getting Calls From Girls To See If I'm Home!

With Everything You're Letting Go, I'm Sure It's Going To Have A Different Value To You. And Every Time You Let Go You're Going To Be A Different Age Or There's Going To Be Different Circumstances. So I Think The Best Way To Do It Is To Simply Wish The Best For That Thing.

Everything Is Perfect. Everything Is Fine. The Rules Of Life Are Made Up. The Rules Only Exist In Your Mind. Of Course There May Be Courtesies And Closures And Laws To Abide, But The Zeal With Which You Play Relies On Where You Draw The Line

Music Was Always The Distraction, So It Was The Obvious Choice To Pursue. My Dad Always Said To Find A Job I Love To Do, That Way It Wouldn't Feel Like A Job. So I Did That.