People are so... seem so chaotic internally, but being filtered through some form, like making a record, sort of filters it down into something that can be understood.

I truly hope the future will bring me something to feel nostalgic about, because there's really nothing much so far I can remember fondly.

Static in my head, the reflected sound of everything, tried to go to where it led, but it didn't lead to anything.

I watched myself put my paw in the bear trap on that one because there was this clause about leaving members

Everybody gets a tag. If you listen to a Velvet Underground record, you don't think, 'Godfathers of Punk.' You just think, 'This sounds great.' The tags are there in order to help try to sell something by giving it a name that's going to stick in somebody's memory. But it doesn't describe it. So 'depressing' isn't a word I would use to describe my music. But there is some sadness in it -- there has to be, so that the happiness in it will matter.

It touches on drug use. I got caught up in that for almost two years.

I went walking around the city some more, people watching with a cold, blank stare. And I saw your face in everyone, I swear.