"I am such a piece of shit, it's okay, come on, let's all admit it."
"This one's about death. And the year 1991. And the house I grew up in and sometimes, selfishly, wish we still had. It was in the mountains, just on the fringe of Country Victoria. If the smell of cut grass teleports me anywhere, it's to 63 One Tree Hill Rd. I get tingles every time I sing the chorus. Sometimes I feel guilty that I can keep going back to that well and take from it again and again. Not sure when it'll dry up? Maybe when my conscience get's the better of me. But for now, it's seems like the deepest well on the planet."
"I am such a piece of shit, it's okay, come on, let's all admit it." "This one's about death. And the year 1991. And the house I grew up in and sometimes, selfishly, wish we still had. It was in the mountains, just on the fringe of Country Victoria. If the smell of cut grass teleports me anywhere, it's to 63 One Tree Hill Rd. I get tingles every time I sing the chorus. Sometimes I feel guilty that I can keep going back to that well and take from it again and again. Not sure when it'll dry up? Maybe when my conscience get's the better of me. But for now, it's seems like the deepest well on the planet."