High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.

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

Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.

My hits are not hits.

I scientifically engineer my music to be as accessible as possible.

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

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