You Want To Embrace, But I Can't

Your Misery Is Everyone Else's Entertainment.

It's Always Music First, Or Melody And Words Together, But Never Words First.

People Ask Me If I Have Stage Fright. I Say, "god, No, I'm Completely Comfortable There. I Have Rest-of-the-day Fright."

I Can Remember Being Eight Years Old And Having Infinite Possibilities. But Life Ends Up Being So Much Less That We Thought It Would Be When We Were Kids, With Relationships That Are So Empty And Stupid And Brutal. If You Don't Find A Way To Break The Chain And Change In Some Way, Then You Wind Up, As The Rhyme Goes: A Murder Of One, For Sorrow.

A Long December And There's Reason To Believe, Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last.