Mother, Are You There? I Love You.

Came To The World At A Time When It Was In Need Of A Villain. An Asshole, That Role I Think I Succeed In Fulfilling. Dont Think I Ever Stopped To Think I Was Speaking To Children. Everything Was Happening So Fast, It Was Like I Blinked, Sold Three Million.

I Realize That Some People See Going Away As, "oh, He's Irrelevant Now," But I Feel Like If I Don't Go Away, I Get Sick Of Myself. It's Never Been My Thing To Be In The Spotlight All The Time.

Nobody Likes To Fail. I Want To Succeed In Everything I Do, Which Isn't Much. But The Things That I'm Really Passionate About, If I Fail At Those, If I'm Not Successful, What Do I Have?

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

You're Not Going To Hit It Every Single Time, And That's Why, When I Record An Album, I Do Probably Close To 50 Songs. Each Song I Record Has To Get Better. If It's Not Better Than The Last Song That I Made, It'll Usually Linger For A Couple Of Months, And Then It'll Be Put On The Backburner, And Then There'll Be Another Song That I Do, And Then It Often Doesn't Make It On The Album.