The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

We've all seen the power music has to spread messages of solidarity and hope.

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

I'm ripe for the picking for the Scientologists - one of those creeps. Someone's got to find me. Some little weird cult can just pluck me up, because I'm ripe for the picking.

we made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background of a televised war and in that defeaning pleasure i thought i heard someone say if we walk away they'll walk away

The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.