I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I

You're Not Right In The Head, And Nor Am I, And This Is Why....this Is Why I Like You.

I Normally Live In Los Angeles, If You Can Call It Normal Living.

Those Catholics, They Really Nab You When You're Young.

And Though I Walk Home Alone, My Faith In Love Is Still Devout.

I Am Still My Teenage Self. If You Think That We All Step Through A Door Marked Adult, Or That We Sign A Grown-up Document, You’re Quite Wrong. We Remain As We Always Were, And That, Alas, Is One Of Life’s Many Nasty Tricks.