I Don't Have A Big Thing About

I Was Screaming Into The Canyon At The Moment Of My Death; The Echo I Created Outlasted My Last Breath.

My Derring-do Allows Me To Dance The Rigadoon Around You But By The Time I'm Close To You I Lose My Desideratum.

I Still Don't Know How To Drive. I Don't Go Anywhere, Really. My Brother Drives Me. I Walk Around My Neighborhood But I Don't Go Anywhere, Nor Do I Want To.

There Aren't Many Poster Children For Cool Angst. Everybody Thinks It's Cool If You're The Bad Girl.

My Whole Life, People Have Been Saying, "why Are You So Angry?" And I Didn't Know What The Hell They Were Talking About. After I Saw Myself At The Mtv Awards, I Realized, Wow, I Do Kind Of Come Off A Bit Intense. I Wasn't Upset At Mtv At All - I Didn't Mean To Come Off That Way. But I Think It's Good If I Appeared A Bit Angry. People Are Too Complacent.