I May Look Fake But I'm Real

Love Is Something Sent From Heaven To Worry The Hell Out Of You.

I Listen To My Old Records And I Think, 'how Did I Ever Get On The Radio?'

The Freewill You Have Given, We Have Made A Mockery Of.

My Nails Are My Rhythm Section When I'm Writing A Song All Alone. Some Day, I May Cut An Album, Just Me And My Nails.

Here You Come Again, Looking Better Than A Body Has A Right To.