I Might Be Stupid To

I Have A 6-year-old, And His Thing Is To Turn On Radio Disney In The Car, And I Get Such An Allergic Reaction To Listening To That Music And The Context Into Which It Falls. I'm Really Working On Him About That.

But I Can't Confront The Doubts I Have. I Can't Admit That Maybe The Past Was Bad, And So, For The Sake Of Momentum I'm Condemning The Future To Death So It Can Match The Past.

Everybody Kind Of Understands, Oh Yeah You Take Drugs And It Does Something To Your Brain And Then You Can't Stop. It's Easier To Describe That Shame, That Horrible Feeling Of Not Being Able To Control Your Own Life.

I Don't Consider Myself A Great Writer, But I Would Like To Think That I Can At Least Proof- Read.

I Certainly Understand That We're All Trying To Make A Living, But I'm Not Thinking About That When I'm Making It. And If That's Your Sole Motivation, It's Going To Reflect That Narcissistic Greed And You're Going To Hear It In The Music.