Step Out The Front Door Like A

Got No Place To Go, But There's A Girl Waitin' For Me Down In Mexico. She Got A Bottle Of Tequila, A Bottle Of Gin, And If I Bring A Little Music, I Could Fit Right In.

I Can Remember Being Eight Years Old And Having Infinite Possibilities. But Life Ends Up Being So Much Less That We Thought It Would Be When We Were Kids, With Relationships That Are So Empty And Stupid And Brutal. If You Don't Find A Way To Break The Chain And Change In Some Way, Then You Wind Up, As The Rhyme Goes: A Murder Of One, For Sorrow.

When You're Young And You Play Music, You Have A Peer Group, You Come Out Of A Scene. There's A Lot Of People You Know, And Then You Have Some Success, And It All Goes Away.

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

You Live Through Stuff, And It Affects The Way You Feel About The World, And You Write About It.