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.
Who says I like right angles? These are not my laws, these are not my rules.
The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.
Playing show after show is like my bread and butter.
A good brain ain't diddley, if you don't have the facts.
I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.