Never Is A Promise, And You Can't

It's True/ I Do Imbue My Blue Unto Myself/ I Make It Bitter.

I Took Off My Glasses While You Were Yelling At Me Once More Than Once So As Not To See You See Me React. Should've Put 'em, Should've Put 'em On Again So I Could See You See Me Sincerely Yelling Back.

But I Honestly Don't Read Critics. My Dad Reads Absolutely Everything Ever Written About Me. He Calls Me Up To Read Ecstatic Reviews, But I Always Insist That I Can't Hear Them. If You Give Value To The Good Reviews, You Have To Give Value To The Criticism.

There Were Songs I Would Write About Breaking Up With Somebody Before I Broke Up With Them, Months And Months Before I Broke Up With Them.

If I Were To Imagine Myself As An Idler Wheel Inside Some Big Mix Of Gears, Then I Would Be Connected To Everything. It's Not Like There's Just Me And Then Nothing.