I hope that there is a very confused 14 year old girl out there who hears me speak or hears me sing and derives some sort of strength from that I heard that when I was 14 that's exactly what happened.

I know that I'm deeply, spiritually, profoundly philosophical and I also know that I'm about the flakiest person you're gonna meet.

I'm sorry to myself, for treating me worse than I would anybody else.

As long as I can say what it is that I need to say, then I'll fit whatever I'm trying to say around a melody.

How long before my dignity is reclaimed?

I'm consumed by the chill of solitary.

Let's grease the wheel over tea, let's discuss things in confidence. Let's be outspoken, let's be ridiculous, let's solve the world's problems.