I Also Just Accept That I Might

How Can I Ask Anyone To Love Me When All I Do Is Beg To Be Left Alone?

The Way I Feel About Music Is That There Is No Right And Wrong. Only True And False.

Let Me Know The Way, Before There's Hell To Pay.

It's Calm Under The Waves In The Blue Of My Oblivion.

I Had Really Bad Obsessive-compulsive Disorder. At Its Worst, I Was Compelled To Leave My House At Three O'clock In The Morning And Go Out In The Alley Because I Just Knew That The Paper-towel Roll I Threw In The Recycling Bin Was Uncomfortable, Like It Was Lying The Wrong Way, And I Would Be Down In The Garbage.