How Can You Go Wrong With Two

Everybody Sees Me As This Sullen And Insecure Little Thing. Those Are Just The Sides Of Me That I Feel It's Necessary To Show Because No One Else Seems To Be Showing Them.

If There Was A Better Way To Go Then It Would Find Me I Can't Help It, The Road Just Rolls Out Behind Me Be Kind To Me, Or Treat Me Mean I'll Make The Most Of It, I'm An Extraordinary Machine

I Might Sound Crazy About This But, Years Ago, My Mom Told Me: "we Almost Died When You Were Born. Both Of Us." I Was A Caesarean Baby, And The Doctor Who Delivered Me Later Told Me, "i Opened Your Mother Up, And You Were Right There. It Freaked Me Out Because Everything Was Broken And Out-there." I've Thought About It A Lot - Could This Have Something To Do With The Fact That I'm Only Happy When I'm At Home And Alone? Maybe I Was Just Freaking Out For Two Weeks Before I Was Born, Feeling Really Insecure.

I Know What My Job Is: I Write The Songs, I Sing Them, I Play Them On The Piano

I'm Not Lazy, But I Don't Have That Spur On My Ass That Most People Have, Like, "oh, God. I Have To Get Something Out Or Else My Career Will Be Over!" I Don't Really Care If My Career Is Over.