A boycott is, inherently, a blunt instrument. It is an imperfect weapon, a carpet bomb, when all involved would prefer a surgical strike.

It's hard to get people to focus on one idea.

I wanna be your happiness. I wanna be your common sense pain.

There's a lot of optimism in changing scenery, in seeing what's down the road.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.

Pronouns really don't matter in a song - 'I' or 'he' or 'she' or even subscribing a lyric to an inanimate object.