I Use To Live In A Room

After Awhile, Your, Your Cheap Talk Don't Even Cause Me Pain, So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain.

Room Full Of Mirrors, That's More Of A Mental Disarrangement. This Says Something About Broken Glass Used To Be All In My Brain.

You're Just Like Crosstown Traffic, So Hard To Get Through To You.

You've Got To Know Much More Than The Mere Technicalities Of Notes. You've Got To Know Sounds And What Goes Between The Notes.

When Things Get Too Heavy, Just Call Me Helium, The Lightest Known Gas To Man.