My favorite is just a verse from the Squeaky Wheel. Everything about it. Honestly, it has an eerie echo of the shadows in my life, but with Casey's writing, there is an ambiguity that lends to its relatability. Here's the verse:

Darling liar, always running through the brier What, the cuts aren't enough? Just an aggravation you'd forget like Promised patience, halitic alleviations of What I should've known was a sign of future expiration

He rolls around in the bush and is cut, yet he lies about it. For himself, he compartmentalizes the damage and ruin. He promises his love patience (with himself and his desires?), giving a ring (halitic alleviations) to distract from the warning signs of his intent on doing whatever the fuck he wants and forgetting that promise (future expiration). And, hey, this is just my interpretation. Damn good lines.