I Can't Blame Her. But

Long Ago, Among Other Lies They Were Taught That Silence Was Bravery.

Only The Boring Get Bored

I Drive Around The Streets An Inch Away From Weeping, Ashamed Of My Sentimentality And Possible Love.

The Impossibility Of Being Human All Too Human This Breathing In And Out Out And In These Punks These Cowards These Champions These Mad Dogs Of Glory Moving This Little Bit Of Light Toward Us Impossibly.

If You Want To Create, You'll Create.