My Derring-do Allows Me To Dance The

When I Was A Kid--10, 11, 12, 13--the Thing I Wanted Most In The World Was A Best Friend. I Wanted To Be Important To People; To Have People That Understood Me. I Wanted To Just Be Close To Somebody. And Back Then, A Thought Would Go Through My Head Almost Constantly: "there's Never Gonna Be A Room Someplace Where There's A Group Of People Sitting Around, Having Fun, Hanging Out, Where One Of Them Goes, 'you Know What Would Be Great? We Should Call Fiona. Yeah, That Would Be Good.' That'll Never Happen. There's Nothing Interesting About Me." I Just Felt Like I Was A Sad Little Boring Thing.

Home Is Where My Habits Have A Habitat

Everybody Sees Me As This Sullen And Insecure Little Thing. Those Are Just The Sides Of Me That I Feel It's Necessary To Show Because No One Else Seems To Be Showing Them.

What Will An Angel Say That The Devil Wants To Know?

The Way I Feel About Music Is That There Is No Right And Wrong. Only True And False.