I Drink To Stay Warm, And To

If I Could Act Like This Was My Real Life, And Not Some Cage Where I've Been Placed, Well Then, I Could Tell You The Truth Like I Used To And Not Be Afraid Of Sounding Fake.

My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And The Spinning Never Stops.

And I Never Thought This Life Was Possible,you're The Yellow Bird That I've Been Waiting For. In Polaroids You Were Dressed In Women's Clothes Were You Made Ashamed, Why'd You Lock Them In A Drawer? Well, I Don't Think That I Ever Loved You More Well Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam The Sound Of Loneliness Makes Me Happier.

I've Been Part Of Running A Label Since I Was A Kid, So I Understand How It Works. But The More And More I Learn About It, The Less And Less Interested I Am In It.

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.