The biggest mistake I made and what cost me a lot of enjoyment in my life, was assuming that everybody cared. They don’t.

I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.

I'm not an icon. Not even in America.

Half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation, half of my heart takes time.

I'm having the time of my life figuring out this next move.

Tore up my heart and shut it down. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. A simple little kind of free. Nothing to do, no one but me, and that's all I need. I'm perfectly lonely.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit, you'd let me in and you would love every minute.