People Don't Do Me Much Good.

Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.

Love Is A Horse With A Broken Leg Trying To Stand While 45,000 People Watch.

I Was Their Bar Freak, They Needed Me To Make Themselves Feel Better. Just Like, At Times, I Needed That Graveyard.

The Trouble With These People Is That Their Cities Have Never Been Bombed And Their Mothers Have Never Been Told To Shut Up.

Some Moments Are Nice, Some Are Nicer, Some Are Even Worth Writing About.