I quit the media game. I'm out. I'm done.

When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in, where it left you last. And you never know, when it starts; until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.

Today I finally overcame tryin’ to fit the world inside a picture frame.

And i start sleeping and dreaming and i think i'll dream about you, all through the night.

I find myself in situations that I know would be unbelievable pictures and I have to gauge, Is this worth taking the camera out? Am I gonna lose the moment? Am I gonna get a dirty look from Sting?

I was very successful from a very early age, and I want to keep it.

Not worrying is a skill. It's a skill not breaking down every single moment.