My Job Is To Be

The Way I See It, There's Only One Melody For Any Song.

I Have Manic Energy. What Can Be Done About It? I Don't Know What To Say Sometimes. I'm Professional In Public, But I Like To Stay Inside And Be A Hermit.

I Love You More Than I Have Ever Found A Way To Say To You.

The Clock Never Stops, Never Stops, Never Waits. We're Growing Old. It's Getting Late.

The Less I Talk In Bars, Write Emails, Express Myself In An Emotionally Lewd Way Outside Of My Songwriting, The More I Have To Do It Through My Music.