I'm in road-coma at the moment. But it's OK. I think you subliminally become a junkie of being on the road. As much as you think you're burnt out, the minute you get off you go stir crazy and you just wanna go right back.
I need to start caring about myself if I'm going to be a proper father.
We've seen a lot of people self-destruct because of a small taste of success.
I'll close my eyes really, really tight and make you all go away.
I made a living out of being a class clown
Keep on dreaming boy cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die.