Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

And falling's just another way to fly.

Once upon a time is now.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

I've learned that I work best when I'm entirely naked. The recording process was done that way.