I Live In A Box Of Paints

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

Sex Sells Everything And Sex Kills.

Daydreamin' Drugs The Pain Of Living.

I Dreamed I Saw The Bombers Riding Shot Gun In The Sky And They Were Turning Into Butterflies Above Our Nation.