Whenever I Go Past Mcdonalds I Get

I Can't Believe I'm 29. Where Did The Years Go? Why Did The Years Go?

I'm Dramatically Underexposed. I Demand More Attention!

I Find That It Isn't Wise To Attempt To Judge People On Their Public Persona, And Even On The Music They Make. Because I've Met So Many People Whose Music I Cannot Stand, And They're Very Nice. At The Same Time, I've Met People Whose Music I've Loved, And They're Not The Person You've Invested All This Emotion In.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...

I Can Chase You, And I Can Catch You, But There Is Nothing I Can Do To Make You Mine.