When I Looked Into Her Eyes, I

We'll Have These People Hang Out With Us While We're Doing Our Touring, And Talk To Them And Let Them Speak Their Piece To The World.

Your Mouth Was Made To Suck My Kiss.

My Work Was Done, So It Was Time To Start Digging My Grave Again.

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

I Never Felt Like Dying Was A Good Idea.