When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

She's perfect, so flawless, I'm not impressed.

We just feel like we don't have the means, To rise above and beat it. So we keep waiting, Waiting on the world to change...

I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!'

I remember playing the guitar through the amplifier facing out the window of my house onto the street in the summer time - that was social media in 1992.

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

How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.