If Talking Were Aerobic, I'd Be The

I Don't Do Acid Anymore, So I Travel Instead.

Instant Gratification Takes Too Long.

Don't You See? We've Become Smart Enough To Justify Stupid Behavior. Like, 'i'm Angry At Him And I Didn't Express It, So I Turned My Anger Inward And Now It's Depression, So In Order To Feel Good Again, What I Should Do Is Call Him And Express My Anger.' It's Like, If We Can Make It Sound Smart Enough, We're Allowed To Do Stupid Things.

Sometimes I Feel Like I've Got My Nose Pressed Up Against The Window Of A Bakery, Only I'm The Bread.

I Feel So Agitated All The Time, Like A Hamster In Search Of A Wheel.