Atlanta's my musical home. It really was the place where I really came alive.

It's almost charity work, what people have done, turning other people on to my music.

I can't even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It's a nightmare.

Playing music to me is as close to having super powers as you can have.

I wanna run through the halls of my high school, I wanna scream at the top of my lungs. I just found out there's no such thing as the real world, just a lie you've got to rise above.

I'm pretty good at taking accountability now, and I never did anything to deserve that. It was a really lousy thing for her to do.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on