There's No Room For Demons

And When You're Young You Want To Fit In. Hell, I Still Want To Fit In With Certain Humans, But As You Get Older You Get A Little More Discriminating.

If Some Gang Were Threatening Your Family, You'd Go Looking For Someone Butch To Help, Right? Any Maybe If Your Mother Were Sick Or Something, You'd Find Someone A Bit More Fey.

I Still Give My Friends Relationship Advice, Of Course, And I'm Not Bad At It. 'anyone's Crisis But Mine' Is My Motto.

I Think Of My Body As A Side Effect Of My Mind.

As You Get Older, The Pickings Get Slimmer, But The People Don't.