It has been hard for me to find it, but I have found love.
I'm supposed to be, I am an artist. Yes, I'm lonely. But I'm married to my loneliness.
Tonight love and hate met in St. Louis. And love outnumbered the hate, in poetic thousands. Hate left. But love stayed. + Together, we sang.
There's something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
I write music every day.
If you don't feel safe as a child, you can't learn.