Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

I Get The Urge For Going/but I Never Seem To Go.

I Love You When I Forget About Me.