To Split Yourself In Two

We Get A Little Further From Perfection Each Year. I Think That's Called Character. I Think That's Just How It Goes.

The World Is My Oyster. The Road Is My Home. And I Know That I'm Better Off Alone.

God Forbid You Be An Ugly Girl, 'course Too Pretty Is Also Your Doom, 'cause Everyone Harbors A Secret Hatred For The Prettiest Girl In The Room.

Every Time I Say Something They Find Hard To Hear, They Chalk It Up To My Anger, And Never To Their Own Fear.

Playing Show After Show Is Like My Bread And Butter.