It's Almost Charity Work, What People Have

I'm Not Really Good At Keeping My Own Secrets. I Can Keep Other People's Secrets Pretty Well. Unless They're Really Good And People Deserve To Hear Them. And I'll Disseminate The Information Accordingly.

Welcome To The Real World, She Said To Me. Condescendingly. Take A Seat. Take Your Life. Plot It Out In Black And White.

A Man's Got Two Shots For Jewelry: A Wedding Ring And A Watch. The Watch Is A Lot Easier To Get On And Off Than A Wedding Ring.

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.'

The Tweets Are Getting Shorter, But The Songs Are Still 4 Minutes Long. You're Coming Up With 140-character Zingers, And The Song Is Still 4 Minutes Long…i Realized About A Year Ago That I Couldn't Have A Complete Thought Anymore. And I Was A Tweetaholic. I Had Four Million Twitter Followers, And I Was Always Writing On It. And I Stopped Using Twitter As An Outlet And I Started Using Twitter As The Instrument To Riff On, And It Started To Make My Mind Smaller And Smaller And Smaller. And I Couldn't Write A Song.