For All The Things I'm Losing I

A Long December And There's Reason To Believe, Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last.

You Aren't Really Writing About What You Did; You're Writing About How You Feel.

Sometimes The World Seems Like A Big Hole. You Spend All Your Life Shouting Down It And All You Hear Are Echoes Of Some Idiot Yelling Nonsense Down A Hole.

Being In A Band Is About Making The Band The Priority.

I'm Really Good In Pain. I Snapped My Leg In Half On Stage And Played A Whole Show. But I Can't Sit There With Someone That Loves Me.