I've Cried, And You'd Think

Cause A Costume Can Be Comfortable It Can Make You Feel More Beautiful It Can Even Make You Look Like Someone Else But It's Still You, So There's Nothing You Can Do Like A Bad Habit, The One You Couldn't Kick, There It Always Is And It's Nothing That No Doctor's Gonna Fix.

I've Never Conceptualized Much Of What I Write About. Maybe, Once I'm Onto Something, I'll Conceptualize A Finished Record. I Want The Songs To Tie Together And Make Sense Together. I'm Not Like, "oh, I Want To Explore This Idea." That's Just Not How The Creative Process Works For Me. It's More Like Something Strikes Me, Or Finds Me, And Then I Wrestle With It After That. I Don't Sit Back In My Armchair, Like, "what Kind Of Philosophy Can I Explore Today?"

We, The Desaparecidos, Are Perfectly Prepared For People To Hate What We're Saying Or Not Like What We're Saying.

It's Not A Movie, No Private Screening This Method Acting, Well, I Call That Living

My Brother Went To College To Become A Doctor And If He Studies Hard Enough He'll End Up Just Like Papa, Who Hates His Life.