We've Made Houses For Hatred.

I Used To Love Reading When I Was Little, And Then It Became Difficult And I Didn't Understand Why. I Thought, What A Bummer, My Passion All Drained Out Of Me. So When I Found Out I Had Dyslexia, It Was Like, Oh, That's What It Was.

I Developed A Loyal Following. No One Knew I Was Homeless.

My Hands Are Small, But They're Not Yours, They Are My Own... I Am Never Broken.

Worry Is Wasteful And Useless In Times Like These.

It's Just An Inch From Me To You Depending On What Map You Use.