It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living

I've given up trying to understand what people think about me.

I need some meaning I can memorize. The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

Every time I finish a song... most of the time it's in my own head, like this sounds too much like a Townes Van Zandt song, or whoever. I realize there are so many melodies and chord progressions in pop and rock music that are so similar that you can kind of trace it back to other things. Most of the time it's just in your head.

You can't manufacture inspiration, so a lot of it is still a waiting game for me. There's still a lot of mystery to songwriting. I don't have a method that I can go back to - they either come or they don't.

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.