My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

My dad, who plays guitar and piano and was in cover bands, along with my older brother, Matt, taught me guitar and stuff. I started writing acoustic songs and playing by myself in 7th grade.

I think there's a danger, for me at least, in retreating and going inward and depression. I have to stay diligent against that tendency.

And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.

When people have real faith in something, it's fascinating to me. And the fact that so many people, in surveys, so many people say they do. It kind of blows my mind.

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free