I Like To Feel The Burn Of

Well Morning Came, And It Dressed The Sky In A Lovely Yellow Gown. Shopping Malls Are Opening In That Narrow Hallway Of Downtown, Filled With People Who Are Shopping For Their Lovers And Their Friends, Singing "i Won't Ever Be Lonely Again

I'm Happy Just Because I Found Out I Am Really No One

And I Sing And Sing Of Awful Things The Pleasure That My Sadness Brings.

I Know A Girl Who Cries When She Practices Violin Because Each Note Sounds So Pure It Just Cuts Into Her, And Then The Melody Comes Pouring Out Her Eyes. Now, To Me, Everything Else Just Sounds Like A Lie.

I Try Not To Think About The Idea Of Reaching More And More People, Because Once You Get In That Mindset, I Think You Lose The Point Of Why You're Doing It In The First Place. Still, The Best Feeling I Ever Get Is When I Finish A Song, And It Exists, And It Didn't Exist Before, And Now It's There, And It Makes Me Feel A Certain Way.