1. He's sensitive.
Like, reeeeeeally sensitive.
The "way too introspective" kind of sensitive.
2. He fronts the one band teens and critics can agree on.
3. He's literally a poetic genius.
Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list.
While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He knows there's worse things than being alone.
And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure.
I do not read the reviews.
No, I am not singing for you.
- Let's Not Shit Ourselves (To Love or To be Loved)