It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.
I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.
I grew up with too much freedom. You can't define yourself.
The idea of licking stamps seemed great fun for me.
I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.
I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.