Got no place to go, but there's a girl waitin' for me down in Mexico. She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, and if I bring a little music, I could fit right in.

You don't understand what makes you understand what makes your life better until you take something that makes it so much worse and you embrace that.

I'm really good in pain. I snapped my leg in half on stage and played a whole show. But I can't sit there with someone that loves me.

Closeness to another person is like a fear of falling off a building to me. It's really, like, physically painful, and it's a brand of crazy I don't appreciate having.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where noone notices the contrast of white on white.

You aren't really writing about what you did; you're writing about how you feel.

Time and time again I can't please myself.