I've Figured Out My Learning Curve. I

You Gotta Be Able To Explain Things To Yourself When The Lights Go Off And You Get In The Bed. You Gotta Deal With You At The End Of The Day.

Very Few Things In Life Are Worthy Of The Kind Of Emotional Distress We Put Ourselves Through.

High School Is Like A Spork: It's A Crappy Spoon And A Crappy Fork, So In The End It's Just Plain Useless.

I Get Recognized Somewhere In Between Like Local Meteorologist And National Meteorologist.

God Only Knows How Much I'd Love You If You Let Me, But I Can't Break Through At All.