You Drew A Bird That Was Here,

When Things Are Really Great, It Just Means Everything's In It's Place.

Save Me From The Ranks Of The Freaks Who Suspect They Can Never Love Anyone.

At A Major Label You Can Start To Feel That You're Working For Them, And That Any Work You Do, You're Never Going To See Any Benefit.

Nightly You Retrace Your Steps Again To Return To The Scene Of The Crime. It's Uncanny How You Hover In The Air Of The Wreckage That You Left Behind.

For Me, There's A Fine Line Between Telling A Story That's Fictional With Lots Of Details And Then Removing Yourself Too Much From It, So It's Bloodless, A Little Too Fictional.