My Scars Were Reflecting The Mist In

We Are Like A Wishing Well And A Bolt Of Electricity

I Still Don't Know How To Drive. I Don't Go Anywhere, Really. My Brother Drives Me. I Walk Around My Neighborhood But I Don't Go Anywhere, Nor Do I Want To.

I Used To Get A Shiver If I Thought About Holding Balloons, Because I Was Scared Of Floating Away.

In A Strange Way, I'm Way More Comfortable Onstage Than Anywhere Else.

I Really Don't Think Anything I Do Is A Mistake. It Could Be If I Didn't Learn From It.