This unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult/And cyanide in my styrofoam cup

I might just write a novel next. I don't know!

I don't intend to stop making music.

Never run back to what broke you.

I'm extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn't project that all the time.

My TV ain't HD, that's too real

Just remember; someone loves everything you hate about yourself.