Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

I wanted to write a happy song. I didn't know how.

Even though I found you on an ordinary day, it felt like I found a precious pearl in an oyster when I deep dived into the sea. Baby, you are really that precious to me.

"The way I feel about music -- any song, any style -- is that there is no right and wrong, only true and false. If the music and lyrics are conceived out of honesty and if the production of the song goes along with its original message, then what has been expressed is art, regardless of what anyone's opinion is of it. So things are a lots impler if you just tell the truth.

I resent limitations. I'm going to be this way for a while.

There were songs I would write about breaking up with somebody before I broke up with them, months and months before I broke up with them.