For People To Link My Music To

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

If I Am Constantly Working, My Relationships Fail. So At Least Now I Can Have Enough Time To Write A Happy Record. And Be In Love And Be Happy.

I'm Nervous Whenever I Perform.

I Doubt I'll Be Singing Forever, Because At Some Point People Aren't Going To Want To Hear My Music, And I Hope That I'll Still Get The Opportunity To Write Songs.

I Let It Fall, My Heart And As It Fell, You Rose To Claim It, It Was Dark, And I Was Sober, Until You Kissed My Lips And You Saved Me.