I'm Not Good At Small

I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence.

I Meet A Person, And In My Mind I'm Saying Three Minutes; I Give You Three Minutes To Show Me The Spark.

When The Beer Is Gone, So Are They -- Flexing Their Cars On Up The Boulevard.

I've Always Known When I Start A Story What The Last Line Is. It's Always Been The Case, Since The First Story I Ever Wrote. I Don't Know How It's Going To Get There, But I Seem To Need The Destination. I Need To Know Where I End Up. It Never Changes, Ever.

If It's True Your Life Flashes Past Your Eyes Before You Die, Then It Is Also The Truth That Your Life Rushes Forth When You Are Ready To Start To Truly Be Alive.