Be Kind To Me, Or

I Really Don't Think Anything I Do Is A Mistake. It Could Be If I Didn't Learn From It.

I Wanted To Write A Happy Song. I Didn't Know How.

I Might Sound Crazy About This But, Years Ago, My Mom Told Me: "we Almost Died When You Were Born. Both Of Us." I Was A Caesarean Baby, And The Doctor Who Delivered Me Later Told Me, "i Opened Your Mother Up, And You Were Right There. It Freaked Me Out Because Everything Was Broken And Out-there." I've Thought About It A Lot - Could This Have Something To Do With The Fact That I'm Only Happy When I'm At Home And Alone? Maybe I Was Just Freaking Out For Two Weeks Before I Was Born, Feeling Really Insecure.

It's True/ I Do Imbue My Blue Unto Myself/ I Make It Bitter.

It's Weird Not Having Companionship And Not Having Somebody To Talk To. I Have Two Goldfish In My Hotel Room. They Said, "if You Would Like Companionship, We Can Bring You A Goldfish." I Was Like, "bring Me A Goldfish!" I Have Two Because When I Needed The Water Changed They Brought Another One. I Was Like, "don't Take Desmond!"