Im really good at writing almost hits.
The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.
The way I see it, there's only one melody for any song.
Everybody knows it hurts to grow up...and we're still fighting it.
I have manic energy. What can be done about it? I don't know what to say sometimes. I'm professional in public, but I like to stay inside and be a hermit.
I'm aware that I'm very fringe, and it's nice that way.