I Don't Wanna Play This

One Thing I've Learned To Appreciate As I've Gotten A Little Older Is Direct Forms Of Communication.

I'm Sort Of Like A Lame, Single Guy In A Red Sports Car.

If Practice Makes Perfect, And No One's Perfect, Then Why Practice?

I'm Like The Fugitive, Running From The One-armed Indie-rock Community!

Every Year That Goes By, I Lose That Much More Motivation To Play Rock.