Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

Even though I hate acting, I love doing videos for my songs.

I love a sexy video. I don't even mind raciness. I don't mind that at all.

My experiences remind me that it's those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful.

I sound like such a tool, but becoming a mother has made me next-level confident. I've never felt more empowered.

I put on the Hank Williams and the Patsy Cline and the Rosemary Clooney on vinyl - I'm not trying to be some cool indie-rock person, I just love the way it sounds - and throw on a T-shirt and jeans. In Texas, we practically come out of the womb in jeans.

When people talk about my weight, I'm like, 'You seem to have a problem with it; I don't.