People Used To Say Nobody

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

I See The Entire World As Eden, And Every Time You Take An Inch Of It Away, You Must Do So With Respect.

In Terms Of Fiction, I'd Rather Go Out And Have A Good Time Than Read A Book About Someone Having A Good Or Bad Time.