Well, winter's gonna endI'm gonna clean these veins againSo close to dying that I finally can start living

'Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happining.

I'll start drinking like the way I drank before. And I just won't have a future anymore.

Last few months I've been living with this couple,yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles,I love their love and I am thankful,that someone has actually recieved the prize that was promised,by all those fairy tales that drugged us,but still to me I'm sick lonely, no laurel tree, just green envywill my number come up eventually, like love's some kind of lotterywhere you scratch and see what's underneathIts' sorry, just one cherry, I'll play againget lucky.

In theory, I always think I should totally go back to school, because I don't want to start sinking slowly... I want to learn, blah blah blah. Then I think about actually going and sitting in classes and, man, it sounds terrible.

I'm always fascinated when people really fervently believe, because I have such a hard time believing anything. When people have real faith in something, it's fascinating to me. And the fact that so many people, in surveys, so many people say they do. It kind of blows my mind.