I Get Angry At Myself For Staying

I Have A Profound Empathy For People Who Are In The Public Eye, Whether They Manifest It Themselves Or Whether It Happened By Accident - It Doesn't Matter To Me. I Think There's A Great Misunderstanding Of What It Is To Be Famous.

These Precious Illusions In My Head Did Not Let Me Down When I Was Defenseless, And Parting With Them Is Like Parting With Invisible Best Friends.

I Can't Not Write, If I Don't Then I Get Really Depressed.

With Songwriting I Spend A Lot Of Time Living Life, Accruing All These Experiences, Journaling, And Then By The Time I Get To The Studio I'm Teeming With The Drive To Write.

Is She Perverted Like Me? Would She Go Down On You In A Theatre?