I don't usually purge myself by writing anything about any type of quote, so-called, relationships.

You're better than no one and no one is better than you.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.

My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not playing campfire meetings. I don't remember anyone singing along with Elvis, Carl Perkins or Little Richard.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.