When You Value Your Crew, They Look

These Precious Things, Let Them Bleed.

You're Only Popular With Anorexia.

I Know I'm An Acquired Taste - I'm Anchovies. And Not Everybody Wants Those Hairy Little Things.

I Guess You Go Too Far When Pianos Try To Be Guitars.

I'm A Winter Girl. I Like Coming Out When Things Are Desolate And Everybody's Ready To Slit Their Wrists.