And Me I'm In The Bathroom Crying

And The Sad Act Like Lepers They Stick To The Shadows They Long To Ring Bells Of Warning To Tell Of Their Coming So That The Pure Can Shut Their Doors.

I Really Just Want To Be Warm Yellow Light That Pours Over Everyone I Love.

I Find That Life Is Easier When It Is Just A Blur With No Details To Confuse Who Or What Or Where I Was So When The Ending Comes The Full Regret Will Be Obscure

I'm Ripe For The Picking For The Scientologists - One Of Those Creeps. Someone's Got To Find Me. Some Little Weird Cult Can Just Pluck Me Up, Because I'm Ripe For The Picking.

My Feeling Is That I Think Writers In General Tend To Be Self-conscious And It Takes A Bit Of A Leap Of Faith Or Just Not Giving A Sh-t To Write Something You Know People Are Going To Criticize.