Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon,

Breakdowns Come, And Breakdowns Go.

Hide It In A Hiding Place Where No One Ever Goes Put It In Your Pantry With Your Cupcakes

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

Jay Ashby Is Simply A Great Musician!

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.