The king of the jailhouse and the queen of the road think sharing the burden will lighten the load.

But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

All that I need now is someone with the brains and the know-how to tell me what I want.

If you're an artist trying to put out your own record on your own label, it's hard to get a distribution deal because no one wants to sign a deal with one entity. They want to sign distribution deals with labels, who have lots of product, lots of artists.

I probably would've kept slogging on that same chord change, because there's a tendency to have that happen. You get into the cadence in your mind, and it's hard to make the kind of left turn that you probably need to keep it really interesting.

I might be stupid to think love is love, but I do.