Trying To Impress My Mother With Words

I Can't Describe It In Words, But I Can See It In My Head, Its Color, Its Light, Its Shapes, And I've Managed To Synthesize My Love For Myself By Way Of Many Different Reasonings And Processes, And I've Been Able To Really Synthesize My Own Satisfaction And Things That Do It For Me. They've Usually Been Self-taught, Self-instructed, Self-refined. So To Be With Anybody Else Has To Somewhat Lie In That Comfort Zone I've Created With Myself So Well.

I Knew What I Wanted To Do When I Was 13 And I Had To Go Through Four Years Of High School To Get Out. That's A Blessing, Because I Never Had To Lay On My Bed Staring Up At The Ceiling Going, 'what Am I Going To Do With My Life?'

When You're Just Open But Not Honest, Then You Start Free-associating Garbage.

When You Do An Interview With Me, You're Talking To A Cheap Imitation Of The Person That I Really Am. There's No Magic In My Words, It's Just Me Talking.

You Look So Good It Hurts Sometimes.