I'm Pouring My Guts Out

We Wish That We Could Take Magic Drugs, Play Around All Day, Read, And Do Nothing Strenuous, And Be The Smartest, Happiest People In The World. The Truth Is, It's All About Sweat.

If Santa Claus Came Down The Chimney In A F**king Jogging Suit, You Wouldn't Even Know It Was Him.

Your Life, Unfortunately - And I Mean This - Your Life Is Built On When Love Dies. There's A Lot Of Love In Your Life That Will Simply Die. And You Wish That You Died With It, You Know? But You Don't. And You Go, Oh, Well, Here I Am.

Maybe There's Some Unquenchable Question That I Keep Asking The Universe That I Can't Get An Answer To.

I Want To Know What You're Thinking, You Want To Know What I'm Thinking. But We're Alone. In Our Own Minds. We're Trapped In This Sort Of Isolation.