I Burn The Way Money Burns.

I’m Lost. And It’s My Own Fault. It’s About Time I Figured Out That I Can’t Ask People To Keep Me Found.

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

It's All A Matter Of History. Brandy Is No Solace. Librium Only Lies Me Down Like A Dead Snow Queen. Yes! I Am Still The Criminal.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.