We get a little further from perfection, each year on the road, I guess that's what they call character, I guess that's just the way it goes, better to be dusty than polished, like some store window mannequin, why don't you touch me where i'm rusty, let me stain your hands

Don't treat me like I am something that happened to you.

For me, the stronger ground I have in my personal life, then the more will I have to fight the good fight.

I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.

I know the biggest crime is just to throw up your hands, Say, This has nothing to do with me, I just want to live as comfortably as I can...

And if there's anything I do it's change and grow. I'm just a living being. Every year of my life I seem to learn that everything I know is wrong.

If you don't live what you sing about, your mirror is gonna fade.