A Friend Is Always Good To Have,

Oh Look At How She Listens She Says Nothing Of What She Thinks She Just Goes Stumbling Through Her Memories Staring Out On To Grey Street

I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

I Walk Into This Room All Eyes On Me Now But I Do Not Know The People Inside Look Straight Through Me These Eyes Seeking More Wisdom Than I Have To Give Away

Sometimes It's Nice To Be Able To Reflect On The Music Itself And Then Write Lyrics That I Feel Anyone Can Relate To. It's Not My Dreaming Tree That Is Dead. The Feeling Of A Loss Of Hope Is Universal. There Are Moments That We've All Felt A Little Bit Of It, So I Don't Think It Is Something That Is Too Hard To Identify With.

I Hate To Admit It, But We're Badass.