If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.

One by one I drowned all the people I’d been.

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you more Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep And all their tearful words will turn back into steam The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

I have a car in Nebraska. When I bought it, they gave me a satellite radio, and there's an 'indie-rock' station. It's just nothing I'm interested in.

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

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