All My Songs Are Where

I Can Remember Being Eight Years Old And Having Infinite Possibilities. But Life Ends Up Being So Much Less That We Thought It Would Be When We Were Kids, With Relationships That Are So Empty And Stupid And Brutal. If You Don't Find A Way To Break The Chain And Change In Some Way, Then You Wind Up, As The Rhyme Goes: A Murder Of One, For Sorrow.

Sometimes The World Seems Like A Big Hole. You Spend All Your Life Shouting Down It And All You Hear Are Echoes Of Some Idiot Yelling Nonsense Down A Hole.

Your Misery Is Everyone Else's Entertainment.

I'm Really Good In A Crisis, Because I Don't Panic.

There Is Nothing More Important You Can Ever Do For This World Than To Wake Up And Be A Part Of It.