I Was A Very Repressed

If I'm Jetlagging, And I've Missed Some Meals, And It Gets To That Point In A Movie That You're Supposed To Cry, I'll Let My Defences Down From Around My Inherent Standing Level Of Cynicism, And I'll Cry.

I Like The Idea Of Someone Else’s Love Safely Sealed In A Song Or A Book.

If I'm In L.a. For Longer Than 20 Days, I'm Looking For Work, Because I Don't Do Vacations.

Misery, Depression, Elation All Mine, Refine Confinement All My Design.

I See Walking Bombs On The Street Hearts Not Beating, But Ticking