Thanks, Peter, for putting it to music.
Everything sounds better when put to music.
Need to get me a cheap keyboard for this rig.
Surely I can lay down some fat tune to go along with the non-stop lyrics that run through my head.
All.Night.Long.
Some depressive.
Some "learning to fly" inspirational tracks.
Which I suppose are better for my state of mind at the moment.
All uplifting and encouraging and yay me.
But, c'mon, let's be real ... the depressive shit is more fun to sing.
And listen to.
And also, just fyi ... having listened to the Forgetting Sarah Marshall DVD commentary about 5 times in the past month; I can safely say that me and Jason Segel are now buddies. He keeps me company; I've seen his penis... a lot. Doesn't get much more buddy buddy then that.
I'M NOT GOING!!!
everybody hates you
everybody wishes that you were dead
'cause peter you suck
peter you suck
peter your music is fucking terrible
peter you suck
peter you suck
peter you don't do anything of value
peter you suck
write some music
but instead you sit and write these bullshit songs
its so self-loathing
go see a psychiatrist
I HATE THE PSYCHIATRIST
well go see one anyway
I DONT LIKE THE PSYCHIATRIST
you need to go see one
see a psychiatrist
I'M NOT GOING
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