Time and time again I can't please myself.

I can't remember all the times I've tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass

I'm not a spiritual person at all, but I do think that the world doesn't have to be as lonely as it is.

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow.

I'm so busy trying to breathe through the pain that I'm breathing through the pain of being with people, and that is no way to spend a life. Eventually, they'll just go away, because you will make them sad. That's something I've proven quite adept at doing over the years.

You live through stuff, and it affects the way you feel about the world, and you write about it.

All my songs are where I am.