I Pride Myself On Finding Balance. I

Bring You Comics In Bed, Scrape The Mold Off The Bread, And Serve You French Toast Again. Okay, I Still Get Stoned.

Then Not Everything Is Gonna Be The Way You Think It Oughta Be. It Seems Like Everytime I Try To Make It Right, It All Comes Down On Me. Please Say Honestly You Won't Give Up On Me, And I Shall Believe.

You Don't Bring Me Anything But Down.

Your Art Kind Of Changes As You Get Older, By Nature Of The Fact That You're Hopefully Gaining Wisdom And You're Starting To Watch Things With A Better Overview.

I Can Always Tell When People Have Had Plastic Surgery.