There's A Certain Lack Of Gimmickry To

Atlanta's My Musical Home. It Really Was The Place Where I Really Came Alive.

You Look So Good It Hurts Sometimes.

I Am Tempted To Keep The Car In Drive, And Leave It All Behind...

Everybody Enjoys Arguing About The Current State Of Music Because It Feels As If You Are Talking About Something Incredibly Important, Yet It Requires Little Understanding Of The Subject Matter At Hand. It's Like World Politics Meets The Pink Questions In Trivial Pursuit. Points Are Made But Nothing Gets Accomplished.

I Wanna Run Through The Halls Of My High School, I Wanna Scream At The Top Of My Lungs. I Just Found Out There's No Such Thing As The Real World, Just A Lie You've Got To Rise Above.