My Brother Says That I Was Writing

When I Was Younger, I Was Terrified To Express Anger Because It Would Often Kick-start A Horrible Reaction In The Men In My Life. So I Bit My Tongue. I Was Left To Painstakingly Deal With The Aftermath Of My Avoidance Later In Life, In Therapy Or Through The Lyrics Of My Songs.

So Forgive Me, Love, If I Cry In Your Shower. So Forgive Me, Love, For The Salt In Your Bed. So Forgive Me, Love, If I Cry All Afternoon.

It's A Joke To Think That Anyone Is One Thing. We're All Such Complex Creatures. But If I'm Going To Be A Poster Child For Anything, Anger's A Gorgeous Emotion. It Gets A Bad Rap, But It Can Make Great Changes Happen.

At Some Point, I Would Like To Write A Book And Other Things, But I Work Best When There Is Some Sort Of Deadline In My Own Mind, But Not When Fifty People Or Fifty Million People Are Breathing Down The Back Of My Neck.

Anything I Do Has To Be Directly Related To My Music. If It Isn't, I Don't Really See A Point To It.