I Don't Believe In Asking People To

It Really Doesn't Matter To Me What People Say About Me Anymore.

People Don't Buy Records Anymore. I Don't Know How People Can Support Themselves.

It's Not Easy In This Phosphorescent Gloom Telling Waking Dreams Apart Anyhow.

Nightly You Retrace Your Steps Again To Return To The Scene Of The Crime. It's Uncanny How You Hover In The Air Of The Wreckage That You Left Behind.

I Don't Consider Myself A Great Writer, But I Would Like To Think That I Can At Least Proof- Read.