...and what it all comes down to is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet.

Unless I really loved it and felt really passionate about it, I would just kind of abort the song and start a new one.

In one breath, I can say that we are God, but in another I have to say that we aren't deities.

Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre?

That I would be loved even when I numb myself. That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed. That I would be loved even when I was fuming. That I would be good even if I was clingy.

It's not hard to feel afraid and insecure. I still fight an inner-critic voice, definitely. I hear it a lot.

Meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife