There's Nothing More Comfortable Than

Why In The Hell Do Journalists Insist On Coming Up With A Second Rate Freudian Evaluation On My Lyrics When 90% Of The Time They've Transcribed The Lyrics Incorrectly?

My Lyrics Are A Big Pile Of Contradictions.

My Heart Is Broke, But I Have Some Glue, Help Me Inhale And Mend It With You.

I Was Accepted By Cool People Because The Cheerleaders Thought I Was Cute. The Jocks Knew The Jock-girls Thought I Was Cute. I Just Chose Not To Hang Around With Them.

I Hate Myself, And I Want To Die