It's so interesting how success hits people and how they react to it.

I'd like to think the best of me was still hiding up in my sleeve.

When you're just open but not honest, then you start free-associating garbage.

Friends, lovers, or nothing, we can really only ever be one.

I've never been a bad boy.

Most times when you try to be all things to all people, you end up being nothing.

Numb is the new deep, done with the old me, and talk is the same cheap it's been.