New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.
In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.
I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?