I don't want some pretty face to tell me pretty lies, all I want is someone to believe.
You've got yoga, I've got beer. You got overpriced, I got weird.
Out of respect for the things that I was never destined to do, I have learned that my strengths are a result of my weaknesses, my success is due to my failures, and my style is directly related to my limitations.
I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.
I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.