Their memory's like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream.

I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.

Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier.

I didn't really want to be part of a clique or a niche. But I also was looking for my own voice, as a writer, y'know? And a world I could call my own.

Oh I don't mind going to weddings, just as long as it's not my own.

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

Most songs that aren't jump-rope songs, or lullabies, are cautionary tales or goodbye songs and road songs.