Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger. The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.

I was talking to my grandpa last Thanksgiving. He pulled me aside and was like, "This Thanksgiving is the 150th for the Vaughn family in Chicago." I was like, "Cool, whatever," but I think when you have a culture like that, you should have a real appreciation for it. My family's been there forever and I don't want to leave.

I was going to record a solo album when I was 15 on a four-track. I started working on it, but then Fall Out Boy happened. The band was awesome and took me in a totally different direction. I don't regret it at all, but the band delayed the record I had been planning.

Stray thought for the day: Putting boundaries on how punk should sound/look is the least punk rock thing one can do. Be yourself=Very punk.

Eh. Hipster's not really a thing anymore. Plus, hipster or out of touch old dude? Same uniform really.

Between Prince and my dad's fusion-jazz records, I didn't have a choice in being funky.

I don't want to be George Lucas and go back after the fact.