All My Songs Are Where I Am.

I Can Remember Being Eight Years Old And Having Infinite Possibilities. But Life Ends Up Being So Much Less That We Thought It Would Be When We Were Kids, With Relationships That Are So Empty And Stupid And Brutal. If You Don't Find A Way To Break The Chain And Change In Some Way, Then You Wind Up, As The Rhyme Goes: A Murder Of One, For Sorrow.

Got No Place To Go, But There's A Girl Waitin' For Me Down In Mexico. She Got A Bottle Of Tequila, A Bottle Of Gin, And If I Bring A Little Music, I Could Fit Right In.

It's Impossible Having Five, Six, Seven People In A Room Being Creative Together And Not Fight, Because You Want To Fight. It's The Only Way Creativity Works, If You All Put Your Ideas In.

Over And Over Again In My Life, I Find Closeness To Other People And Proximity To Other People Really Painful; That's Part Of My Mental Illness, Social Anxiety. Closeness To Other People Is Really Hard, But It's Also A Shame Because It's All You Want Too. But It Doesn't Always Work.

Time And Time Again I Can't Please Myself.