I Never Felt Like Dying Was A

I Was Like A Clock That Had Exploded- My Springs Were Hanging Out, My Hands Were Cockeyed, And My Numbers Were Falling Off.

I Think I'm Still Figuring Out How To Be A Little Less Selfish.

I'm Probably Not Long-term-relationship Material For Now.

The Collective Love For Music And Poetry And Just The Brotherhood Of Sound. And It's Still Kind Of Flowing Through Me And I Attribute That To The Team.

I Know Whatever My Father Did, In His Own Way, He Still Loved Me.