I don't understand the ones that have no sense of hope and invest in hate. That's not gonna work out, you know? It's a waste of your time!
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.
I'm barely prolific and incredibly lazy.
Time to move on, time to get going. What lies ahead I have no way of knowing. But under my feet, baby, grass is growing.
At the end of the day, you're just phonograph records.
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?