We’ve been focusing so much on getting there that we haven’t been enjoying the ride

So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”
Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.

Jack throws his hands up. “Okay, is this some kind of a joke? Seriously, you are being the voice of reason here? I can’t handle this. Please start freaking out.

I’m an idiot for thinking that one performance would change anything.
Maybe I should stop writing songs and start writing fiction.

I wouldn’t change a thing
Because all those things led me to
this place
And to you

It’s the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.