Everybody Gets High, Everybody Gets Low, These

Some Women Drop Off The Face Of The Earth When They Get Involved With A Man. And That's What It's Been Like With Me.

I Look At My Hands And Go, 'hmm...what Happened? Whose Hands Are Those? Oh My God, They're Mine'

I Am Sweet, I Am Ugly, I Am Mean If You Love Me. I'll Try Hard Just To Please You, When I Say I Don't Need You.

I Have A Philosophy That Everything You Write Doesn't Have To Be Good For Everybody. There Are Going To Be People That Get Irritated By Some Of The Things I Write-including My Parents. And Then There Are Going To Be People That You Draw In Because Of The Pointedness Of Certain Things.

That Feeling Of Freedom, Open Highways Of Possibilities, Has Kind Of Been Lost To Materialism And Marketing.