I Want To Be Like The Patron

The Early Cars Already Are Drawing Deep Breaths Past My Door. And Last Night's Phrases Sick With Lack Of Basis Are Still Writhing On My Floor.

I Wanted To Write A Happy Song. I Didn't Know How.

This World Is Bullshit. And You Shouldn't Model Your Life — Wait A Second — You Shouldn't Model Your Life About What You Think That We Think Is Cool And What We're Wearing And What We're Saying And Everything. Go With Yourself. Go With Yourself.

I Dare Anybody To Look At Me And Say I'm Anorexic. I'm So Totally Not.

Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are To Hearts.