Because The Truth Is That

Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep, And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam.

I Started To Sink Like The Moon Tends To Do If You Stare At It Too Long Then You Blink And It's Gone.

My Feeling Is That I Think Writers In General Tend To Be Self-conscious And It Takes A Bit Of A Leap Of Faith Or Just Not Giving A Sh-t To Write Something You Know People Are Going To Criticize.

It's Always The Negative Things That Seep Through Into Your Consciousness. Most Of The Positive Things Just Roll Off Real Fast. I Just Try Not To Pay Attention To It, Because I've Never Read Anything About My Band That's Accurate.

In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You Just Hope That Someone Sits With You.