Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow / No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
Look right through me, look right through me.
Worn out places, worn out faces.
Well, when it comes to inspiration, I come from San Diego originally - it's an un-media-hyped, sleepy sort of town, big on beach culture you know?
Oh sure, the songs have all totally evolved. I mean, when you're playing the same songs night in night out, they take on a life of their own. I can't even remember what I wrote some of them about now!