[He hums doubtfully.]

I'm not sure. Sometimes I feel like I wrote my songs, but I know I didn't really - ow.

[He's pricked himself with the needle! The Balladeer sticks his finger in his mouth instinctually for a moment, then shakes it out and returns to his work. His stitches aren't particularly neat or even, but they're holding everything together for the moment, and that's really all that's required.]

Maybe I shouldn't take up sewing.