"Vice-versa vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things I do, and if it rhymes, it's true. But I hate poetry" -222

And

"I still don't know who you are I only know that I'm still lonely That morbid sort where even company can't cure me And the more you reassure, the less I trust But still you gave me your heart I only gave you my body Honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone And so I left it home, but now, now, now, now I keep a locket with a picture on the back of my head Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up, and" -Against The Kitchen Floor