I Say My Hell Is The Closet

I Guess, And It May Be A Flaw, That I Think About Rhythm More [than Anything Else]. I'm Always Wanting To Find Something Unusual. I've Started To Try And Write More Traditionally, But For Whatever Reason, I Tend Toward Trying To Find Something That Sounds More Like A Pattern To Me.

Love, You Drive Me To Distraction.

Are You Looking For Answers, To Questions Under The Stars? If Along The Way You Are Growing Weary, You Can Rest With Me Until A Brighter Day It's Okay

Would You Like To Play With The Thought Of A Friend In A Distant Passing Stage While You Lie Around With Your Hands Up And Out So Resigned You Will Fall Down.

How Could I Have Been Anyone Other Than Me?