And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.
I think in a lot of ways unconditional love is a myth. My mom's the only reason I know it's a real thing.
The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.
When I try to explain to people the big influences in my life, or at least when I first started, the most important ones were my friends who were also writing songs and were typically four or five years older than me.