The Summer after high school, when we first met, we make out in your Mustang, to Radiohead, and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoes, Used to steal your parents liquor, then climb to the roof, Talk about our future like we had a clue, Never thought I'd wondering I'd be losing you In another life, I would be your belle

With songs, I've always pledged to be honest. I write my songs because I've lived them.

The first songs I wrote were catchy, but the subject matter was God.

I'd never devote a whole record to heartbreak.

I don't want to completely self-sabotage everything that I've got and alienate everyone. But I definitely want to take some chances as I always have.

If you like my music, great, and if you don't, whatever. I'm going to keep making it either way.

One thing I can't do, and I hope that there are other people out there that feel the same way, is climb a rope. Oh my gosh, it's so hard to climb rope! It's all about grip and arms.