When I was in high school I don't know that I really had big dreams.
I like to write sad songs. They're much easier to write and you get a lot...
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and...
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance yet we quit it with regret we make up our minds every night to leave it early but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
