I Keep All My Poems In My

All My Feather Stuff Is In L.a. At A Temperature-controlled Stage-storage Place. I Keep All My Good Stuff There Because If I Had It All In My House, I Wouldn't Have Any Room For My Regular Clothes. It Has To, Like, Not Live Here.

All I Ever Wanted Was To Know That You Were Dreaming.

It's Really Hard When You Break Up With Somebody, Or Somebody Breaks Up With You, And You're In This Band; Guess Who You Have To See In The Next Day In The Hotel In The Breakfast Room? That Person.

I'm Not A Witch, I Just Like Halloween, And I Thought That Blondes Look Skinnier In Black.

Klonopin Is A Horrible, Dangerous Drug.