We Are Ugly But We Have The

Someone Gave Me Wishes And I Wished For An Embrace.

It Just Takes A Long Time For Me [to Write A Song]. I'm Very Slow. And It Comes, Kind Of, By Dribbles And Drops.

The Troubles Came And I Saved What I Could Save. A Thread Of Light, A Particle, A Wave.

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

It's Easy To Look Down From The Summit You've Reached, Or Even The Summit I've Reached, And Talk About The Responsibilities Of The Artist, But Most People Are Just Trying To Get Their Foot In The Door And Make A Living.