Different phases of your life have different levels of deep, traumatizing heartbreak, and in this period of my life, my heart was not irreparably broken. So it's not as boy-centric of an album, because my life hasn't been boy-centric.

I fall in love far too quickly and end up getting hurt all the time. I've got scars all over.

It could all be so simple, but you'd rather make it hard, loving you is like a battle, and we both end up with scars.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?

Later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

Beautiful mind, tortured soul. I do have to figure out why I am attracted to these broken birds.