If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against

It May Be Years Until The Day My Dreams Will Match Up With My Pay.

I Know More Than I Knew Before I Didn't Rest I Didn't Stop Did We Fight Or Did We Talk.

I Like Being Swept Up In Weather And Observing It As Something Beautiful And Giant.

I Would Try To Pick The Guitar Up Sometimes, Like, "hey, Remember Me?" It Was Like Reintroducing Yourself To Someone Who's Got A Grudge.

I Don't Think That Village Idea Of Actually Knowing What You're Contributing To The Whole Exists Anymore.