If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against

Well, There's Just Some Universal Truths In A Way That I've Just Observed To Be True. You Read Voltaire. You Read Modern Literature. Anywhere You Go, There's These Observations About Romantic Love And What It Does People, And These Rotten Feelings That Rarely Are People Meaning To Do That To Each Other.

I Was Grateful To Be Away From All That Familiarity, To Have A Chance To Do Something Anonymously.

I Know I'm Sane I Don't Give A Care For The Crown Or The Shield I Will Not Protect You Or Happily Yield To The One Who Makes Me Come Undone

Songwriting Is A Really Fortunate Skill To Have To Frame Living And To Find New Ways To Observe Things You're Going Through.

Instead Of Just Looking Back, Whiplash-style, I Can Assume There's Something Else Coming. Time Just Folds Over Itself, Like Origami.