We've Spent So Much Time Judging What

Everybody's Still Miserable In The Same Way They've Always Been Miserable, And More And More Of My Friends - Especially My Male Friends - Find Themselves Taking Anti-anxiety, Psychotropic Drugs. It Seems Like Everybody I Know Is Wondering If They're Really Who They Are, Or Once The Prescription Runs Out, Will They Become Someone Different?

If You Ask Me, Most People Have Children Just As Their Own Enthusiasm About Life Begins To Wane.

Give Me Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism.

There's A Terrible Dark Joy When The Only Person Who Knows All Your Secrets Is Finally Dead.

Oh Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, Love Me. I'll Be Anybody You Want Me To Be.