I See A Long Lost Home In

I Like Visiting La, But I Wouldn't Want To Live There.

It May Seem Strange, But The Most Grateful I've Ever Felt Was When I Was Held Up At Gunpoint. After I Handed Over My Wallet And The Mugger Ran Off Into The Woods, I Thought, 'thank You For Not Shooting Me.' I Was Overwhelmingly Glad To Be Alive And Unharmed.

I Tend To Fall For The Archetypal, Talented, Charismatic Rock Boy.

I See A Long Lost Home In His Eyes. He Sees A Nice Hotel In Mine.

I Am Not Dead Inside. I Still Care About Right And Wrong.