I Have A Healthy Cynicism, But Not

God, I Felt Like Hell Tonight, Tears Of Rage I Cannot Fight.

I Look At My Hands And Go, 'hmm...what Happened? Whose Hands Are Those? Oh My God, They're Mine'

All My Friends Say I Have To Get Right Back On The Bike. And I Keep Saying Maybe Not A Bike.

I Propose A Limitation Be Put On How Many Squares Of Toilet Paper Can Be Used In Any One Sitting.

Your Art Kind Of Changes As You Get Older, By Nature Of The Fact That You're Hopefully Gaining Wisdom And You're Starting To Watch Things With A Better Overview.