I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

Much of appreciating art or music is really the interpretation of the listener. To a certain extent it's projection - it's what people need or lack in themselves that they then put upon these people that they admire.

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.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

i keep drinking the ink from my pen and i'm balancing history books up on my head but it all boils down to one quotable phrase if you love something give it away

Every time I finish a song... most of the time it's in my own head, like this sounds too much like a Townes Van Zandt song, or whoever. I realize there are so many melodies and chord progressions in pop and rock music that are so similar that you can kind of trace it back to other things. Most of the time it's just in your head.

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.