Phil Volatile Quotes

I’m in love with my corporate girlfriend, with the Cyclops heart

Failure is the new success.

America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, andeveryone is hung up on tryingto be a man

Now I’msober and Irealize, Ididn’t drink toescape the world, I drank to escapemyself

It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine, when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores

Too many codeine pills, Too many nights of cold chillsToo many weak-handed dealsToo many lives, the addict steals

We aim to bemen who’ll makeour mothers proud, but we end upmaking them cry, and are onlyslightly betterthan our fathers, at best

Because any guilt the sizeof a speck of dust, or shame, can crush even the best of men, in mountains of weight

Some days I’mtrying to forcea smile sohard it feelslike I mightshit my pants

When I was achild my worldwasn’t blackand white, it was grey, until I gotbeat upenough timesto realizemy skin wasbeige, anddifferent

What simple andordinary lives we live, underneath the shadowsof projection screenartists

When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts.

I don’t need the facts. I’m a Pisces.

Some people are hard to forget, but some people are hard to remember.

I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.

to live asubstance-freelife under thepressures ofthe daily grindis state-sponsoredsuicide

And these are the sametype of people who killthe innocent andjustify it by saying“They’ve gone to bewith Jesus now”But we won’t talkabout how theycrucified Him, too

Fear is the vehicle in which love can do its worst.

AdiosHer pretty picturelying on theground was likethe topplingof somefascistregimeAnd burningthe photograph, was thecelebration

Two kinds ofpeople will love you:those who confessit, and those whoshow you, likecards on a table, because love isa gamble

and tonight we held each other, one last time, like a dance to aslow songon an empty floor, underneath a singledisco ballin front of no oneat all

There’s a universalunderstanding betweenmen of the silent sorrowa man endures whenhe loses a woman heloves

But now that I’m scrubbingtoilets on my hands & knees, with four degrees, I realize that one escape routeleads to another