In The Quest To Be Clever, I

My Fear Is That I Go Up To The Girl Of My Dreams And Say 'i'm Sorry, But I've Got To Say Hello To You,' And She Slides The Stool Back And Gets Up And Walks Away, Saying, 'not For Me, Bub. I Don't Want Anything To Do With You.'

Numb Is The New Deep.

I Get Recognized Somewhere In Between Like Local Meteorologist And National Meteorologist.

I Believe That My Life's Gonna See The Love I Give Returned To Me.

High School Is Like A Spork: It's A Crappy Spoon And A Crappy Fork, So In The End It's Just Plain Useless.