I Want To Move Back To The

I Only Write When I'm Angry Or Sad, So Because That's When I Just Have To Write... If I'm Having A Good Time And I'm Happy And Things Are Going Really Well, Why Would I Want To Stop What I'm Doing To Go And Write At The Piano?

It's Calm Under The Waves In The Blue Of My Oblivion.

I Got Into Therapy In The Fifth Grade Because I Said In A Sarcastic Way That I Was Going To Kill Myself, And They Didn't Get It Then. Nothing's Changed.

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.

My Problem Was That I Felt Ashamed Of Feeling Sad Or Angry. Now, I Don't Hide My Vulnerability In My Lyrics. There's No Way I Was Going To Get Raped And Not Get Something Out Of It. I Learned About Power And Hope And Forgiveness. I Like Who I Am Now And I Wouldn't Be Who I Am If That Hadn't Happened.