Yeah, Under The Table And Dreaming Shaped

Nothing Feels Worse Than Having To Break The Stage Down Before The Performance, And I Mean Nothing.

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

I'm Not An Icon. Not Even In America.

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

Very Few Things In Life Are Worthy Of The Kind Of Emotional Distress We Put Ourselves Through.