There Were Songs I Would Write About

When I Came In From Paris Recently, For Some Reason The Guy From Customs Wanted To Know What Kind Of Music I Wrote. I Was Like, "i Really Want To Please You So You Don't Keep Me Here, But I Have No Answer To That."

Categories Are Gibberish To Me. I Understand - It Helps People Organize Their Thoughts. But You Can't Go Too Far With It.

Never Is A Promise, And You Can't Afford To Lie.

Be Kind To Me, Or Treat Me Mean I'll Make The Most Of It, I'm An Extraordinary Machine

I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am, But It's Not As Bad Anymore.