Let ’em talk.
I spy with my little eye… something I need, yet know not why.
It doesn’t have to be like everything that came before it to be perfect.
It gets better; it’s just hard to say when.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…
The only thing I know for sure is the time.
I should do what I love and I would if I could.
Life in plastic, it’s fantastic…
What props you up in life? Should it?
I like my men like I like my coffee: strong, dark, and addictive.
For those who play well with others… as well as those who don’t, but yearn to.
… because we all need a little something or someone to count on.
Keep your face turned towards the sun.
The world is shaking. Facades are breaking…
It’s been enough…
It’s been hard being the white crayon in the crayon box…