I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love, and I have to use the self service pump.

As much as people are griping about the Internet taking sales away from artists, it's been a huge promotional tool for me.

You fake something until you're good at it.

I don't really look at myself as the kind of person who craves attention, but I've never been to therapy so there's probably a lot of stuff about myself that I don't know.

I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem that time that you made it with the whole hockey team.

Left all my Beatle records out in the sun, got a coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue.

Kind of wish I was dead. Maybe, I'll blow my brains out, mama, or maybe I'll go bowling.