I don't want to make this sound negative at all, but in the best way possible I freaking give up. I give up. You can't try and make your life perfect. I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm just trying to appreciate the things that I have around me. I give up on the 'dream' dream. I think that it's all a dream. I think it's all wonderful and terrible. And I give up in the nicest way.

I read on the Internet that I was dead.

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

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

What's really good is African drum music.

I want to be like the patron saint of reality.

I'm not used to not having enough time to live with the songs. Usually, if I write something, I live with it for a little while.