I Think That If You Become A

The Further I Get From The Things That I Care About, The Less I Care About How Much Further Away I Get.

I Never Answer If Someone Knocks On My Door And Only The Band And My Manager Have My Phone Number. In Any Case My Phone Doesn't Ring So I Never Notice It. I Occasionally Just Walk Past And Pick It Up To See If Anyone's There.

But Everyone I Know Reaches A Point Where They Throw Out Their Arms And Go Beserk For A While; Otherwise You Never Know What Your Limits Are. I Was Just Trying To Find Mine.

I Still Frequent My Parents' House. I Go There To Escape, Back To The Bedroom That I Grew Up In. Just To Sit There And Feel Small.

I Became An Adult In An Extreme Way. I Was Recently Sorting Some Old Photographs And I Found Another.