My Psychiatrist Says I Have A Messiah

Well This Is Just A Fist. But When I Start Throwing It Around I Can Leave One Hell Of A Mess.

There Are Peaks, There Are Valleys. But They're All Kind Of Carved And Smoothed Out, And It Feels Like A Low Level Of Despair You Live In. Where You're Not Getting Any Answers, But You're Living Ok. And You Can Smile At The Office. You Know? But It's A Low Level Of Despair. I Was On Prozac For A Long Time. It May Have Helped Me Out Of A Jam For A Little Bit, But People Stay On It Forever. I Had To Get Off At A Certain Point Because I Realized That, You Know, Everything's Just Ok.

I Know This Sounds Strange, But As A Kid, I Was Really Shy. Painfully Shy. The Turning Point Was Freshman Year, When I Was The Biggest Geek Alive. No One, I Mean No One, Even Talked To Me.

I Don't Think I'm Ever Going To Have The Kind Of Life Or Schedule That I Can Really Have A Steady Way Of Doing Things.

Christmas Was Really Where I Started Coming Into My Own As A Performer Because I Did All This Stuff On My Own, All This Performing On My Own. When Other Kids Were Outside Playing, I Was In My Room Conjuring Characters And Impressions And Things Like That.