It Seems Like Everything I

And Me I'm In My Bedroom Drawing In My Notebook Because My Hand Thinks I'm An Artist But My Heart Knows I'm A Poet It's Just Words They Mean So Little To Me.

As Long As I Can Buy Records And Books And Maybe Some Clothes, I'm Pretty Stoked. I Don't Need A Yacht Or Anything.

The Drunk Kids, The Catholics They're All About The Same They're Waiting For Something Hoping To Be Saved

I Went Right From Wunderkind To Washed Up. Old. Been Around Too Long. That's Just The Way I Feel. That's My Internal Dialogue.

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.