I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.

At night when you're asleep, self-hatred's going to creep in. And you can blame it on the devil, the one who's bed you sleep in.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

What I like about being independent [in the music industry] is that anybody who does play the album on the radio and anybody who does choose to write in the media does so because they want to, because they like it or because they find something interesting there, not because they have to.

No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask.

A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.

I cannot name this, I cannot explain this, and I really don't want to so just call me shameless.