Were Most Of Your Stars

People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.

I Felt So Lonesome, All Of A Sudden. I Almost Wished I Was Dead.

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally. They're Always Sticking Their Emotions In Things That Have No Emotions.

Sex Is Something I Really Don't Understand Too Hot. You Never Know Where The Hell You Are... Sex Is Something I Just Don't Understand. I Swear To God.

If Somebody At Least Listens It Not Too Bad