I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o'clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.

Put a little love here in my void.

In a sense it's a lot crazier when you're on the road and it's a lot less stable, but it's actually really healthy for me because it keeps me from isolating, which I tend to do a lot.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

Now I feel like whatever I do, no one can hurt me. I cannot be violated, I cannot be humiliated, I cannot be disregarded, I cannot be disrespected.

How can you go wrong with two people in love? Goodness has nothing to do with sexual orientation. Love is love, and there will never be too much.

You're all I need and maybe some faith would do me good.