Quotes by Dave Matthes

...ya cant get to Nevada on five bucks and a bad heart...

To all the boys, for when you become men: youll leave women all throughout your life because theyre holding you back, and even after shes gone shell still weigh you down. To all the women: stay away from us men. We dont know anything about you, despite what we try to convince you of.

You know one day, youre going to look back on these days. And everyone you went to high school with will either be getting married to each other, shitting out kids, or dropping dead like flies, when she spoke, Miss Jenson sighed at the end of every few words; she must have been narrating her own thoughts she might have otherwise kept to herself, and everything you never did, youll never be able to even try.

...people who dont live at least a little bit in fear, have nothing left to live for.

People will drive by their high school ten years down the road, just so they can pretend that thinking not much has changed is actually true. When really, everything has changed. The air smells the same, but the roads have cracked more. The roads have cracked so much they now look like the skin on a crocodiles back. And all the fields, green in the summers, golden in the autumns, have all been paved over with new reasons to never come back.

The door is crackedWe used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the worldIve leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away troublesome back painsthat could only be fixed with someone elses pillsWe met by your house one stray dayand you drove me to the baywhere we sat and kissed like it was yesterdayAnd here you told me that you loved meand that you always loved meand that you would always love methe wind blew and I held youYou rested your head on my shoulderand the wind blew warmLater, in your big red truck, we smoked some greenand I kissed you harderand held your breasts, and felt between your legsand with a gaspyou told me you were in love with meAnd then you drove me backand we promised it wouldnt be the endnot this timeThe quill and inkwell on your footIm a writer and you are my greatest artI returned to my hell and dreamt of you once more

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

Being smart takes patience. Being wise takes pain. Being apathetic takes practice. Being in love takes everything...away.

...youre either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.

~Posters with torn edges hanging from rotten walls~ The doctor told me something onceshe saidSTOP DRINKINGI slapped her across the face with thisNOI walked right out of that officewent right down to the holeI told the bartenderWHISKEY, MOTHERFUCKERhe poured and he pouredand I slapped my money down on that barthe man I had been driving around withhe just sort of sat there next to this hookershe probably had something rottenway down there between her legsher eyes told of no soulI emptied the bottle down my throatand ordered some chipsthe bartender told meTHEYRE STALEand I give him a I DONT FUCKIN CARE,GIVE ME SOMETHINHe slid me a ham sandwich dripping with cheap low-fat mayo and saidENJOYI went back to my roomand talked all nightso much conversationit turned the toilet bowl pale

I didnt recognize it as such then, because I was only thirteen years old, but later I found it a bit ironic that my first time seeing a woman in all her form and glory and saggy drug-tainted tits, arrived at the same exact time as my first introduction to death.

Reaction timeTouch the underside of a penny you find on the streetDoesnt feel any different unless you close your eyesI can taste the copper in my mouth nowseeping from between my teethTheres an explanation Im sureall this bloodits from all the times I held the glass too closeAnd forgot to tip the dancerA storm just passedand like every other one that came before itI was left unharmedThe dogs are all barking and the catshiding in the basementAnd the sky is colored that bright yellow glowmakes it feel like youre wearing sunglassesthat you cant take offWherever you are nowits not herebecause I missed itI missed the showI missed the curtain callAnd forever more I am cursedlike a blanket without a body to keep warm

I decided to masturbate with shampoo instead of conditioner today. Because yolo. Things Jesus never said.

Ive always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universes way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...theyre happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands. But that doesnt change the fact that the whiskey, weed, and romance eventually runs out and the night will soon turn to day.

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday?

So you mean to tell me you wont fuck anyone you dont share some kind of deep emotional connection with? What a sad, depressing, truly horrible life you must lead...

An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle...in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey youve taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper. An empty bottle may hold more promise than a full one in that regard...

Music is the love child birthed from the boundless freedom found in dreams and the rapturous opposition faced in life; for that, we should be so grateful for both the light and the dark.

“Thats the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.”