Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

And Maybe She Had Certain Beliefs That If You Love Somebody, [you're] Gonna Like Them Too. And That Isn't Necessarily True.

I've Been Looking For A Savior In These Dirty Streets, Looking For A Savior Beneath These Dirty Sheets.

I've Carved Out A Career For Myself Really As A Writer.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

The Word 'confession,' To Me, Means Needing To Be Absolved. I'm Not Asking For Forgiveness. I'm Not Asking People To Understand. I'd Like To Think That I Tell Stories And Sometimes My Life Weaves Through It.