It's A Lot Easier To Tell The

I Went Walking Around The City Some More, People Watching With A Cold, Blank Stare. And I Saw Your Face In Everyone, I Swear.

Fights Problems With Bigger Problems.

I Liked The Idea Of A Self-contained, Endless Pursuit Of Perfection. But I Have A Problem With Perfection. I Don't Think Perfection Is Very Artful. But There's Something I Liked About The Image Of A Skater Going In This Endless Twisted Circle That Doesn't Have Any Real Endpoint. So The Object Is Not To Stop Or Arrive Anywhere; It's Just To Make This Thing As Beautiful As They Can.

I'm Just Writing Songs About How I Feel Or About How People I Know Feel.

Static In My Head, The Reflected Sound Of Everything, Tried To Go To Where It Led, But It Didn't Lead To Anything.