Well, I Make Every Song I Sing

I Used The Physical Scar Of My Breast Cancer Operation, The Scar That I Have Across My Chest As A Metaphor For All Kinds Of Scars.

I Had Some Dreams, They Were Clouds In My Coffee.

I Just Want To Show Off My Scar Proudly And Not Be Afraid Of It.

It's Like The Mold In Dr. Florey's Coat, About The Discovery Of Penicillin. Out Of These Strange Accidents Come Huge Discoveries. A Certain Purple Bleeds Into Red And All Of A Sudden You Have Something Unexpected.

You Know, When I Was Diagnosed With Breast Cancer In 1997 I Realized I Had Spent Too Long Arranging My Attitude.