I wish I had all the time in the world to write just one perfect song. It takes me long enough to write one cliche-ridden, half-assed song that requires me to compromise my original intent at some point, and that only happens at a rate of once a year. And even if I had all that time, I would probably still be disappointed with some part of it by the end, but at least I’d have another song finished. There really isn’t some sort allegorical meaning behind this; I just want to write more songs.