Playing Show After Show Is Like My

Art Is Why I Get Up In The Morning But My Definition Ends There. You Know I Don't Think Its Fair That I'm Living For Something I Can't Even Define.

I'm Aware Enough, I Guess, Of American Labor History.

Lying In Bed, You Know, You Don't Seem So Tall.

It's Just Hard To Travel In The Shadow Of Regret. In Fact, It's So Hard That I Actually Haven't Left Yet.

We Barely Have Time To React In This World, Let Alone Rehearse.