I wouldn't know what to do with another chance if you gave it to me.

I think I'm better at live shows than I used to be because I'm way more comfortable with the uncomfortable pauses between songs.

I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.

It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.

I also just accept that I might never want to write a song again.

Dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts.

I'm not turned on, so put away that meat you're selling.