If You've Never Stared Off Into The

For Me, Songwriting Is Something Like Breathing: I Just Do It. But That Doesn't Mean You're Fantastic.

Step Out The Front Door Like A Ghost Into The Fog Where Noone Notices The Contrast Of White On White.

A Long December And There's Reason To Believe, Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last.

I Find That Truly Heartbreaking That, Like, It's Such A Common, Constant Thing In People's Lives - A Brutal Abuse Of People By Other People, And It's Just Accepted.

You Want To Embrace, But I Can't Figure Out How To Hold On To It.