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

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

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.

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

I don't see any harm in letting whatever comes out come out of you, even if it's sort of weird, or dark, or painful, or too embarrassing, or whatever. I feel like you might as well get it down for yourself. It can't do anything but help you get to where you want to be by recognizing the thoughts that you're having.

So when your new eyes meet mine they won't see no lies, just love.

We've all seen the power music has to spread messages of solidarity and hope.