Anybody Who Cares Less About Wanting To

The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame He Might Get Burned, But He's In The Game And Once He's In, He Can't Go Back He'll Beat His Wings Till He Burns Them Black No, The Moth Don't Care When He Sees The Flame The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real 'cause Flame And Moth Got A Sweetheart Deal And Nothing Fuels A Good Flirtation Like Need And Anger And Desperation No, The Moth Don't Care If The Flame Is Real.

Nightly You Retrace Your Steps Again To Return To The Scene Of The Crime. It's Uncanny How You Hover In The Air Of The Wreckage That You Left Behind.

I Don't Consider Myself A Great Writer, But I Would Like To Think That I Can At Least Proof- Read.

Something Gets Lost When You Translate. It's Hard To Keep Straight. Perspective Is Every Thing.

I Wanted To Try To Write Songs On The Piano To Get A Different Flavor.