Maybe Self-improvement Isn't The Answer,

People Would Ask Me To Autograph Their Bodies And Then The Next Time I'd See Them On Tour They'd Have My Autograph Tattooed. I Decided I Wouldn't Write On People Anymore, But I'd Give Them Arms And Legs And If They Wanted Those Autographed I'd Do That.

It's Okay To Cry As Long As You're Faking It.

Where We're Standing Right Now, In The Ruins In The Dark, What We Build Could Be Anything.

My Inventory Of People Who Can Save Me Is Down To Just Me.

There's A Terrible Dark Joy When The Only Person Who Knows All Your Secrets Is Finally Dead.