No one comes up to me asking for a crack dealer's number. People come up to me to talk about lyrics, about music, about the band.
I’m vain because I’m imperfect.
Mix your drinks, and it's best not to cry over spilt milk, but put it back in the bottle.
If you've lost your faith in love and music, Oh the end won't be long...
Open your heart. Don't be spiteful.
When inspiration and emotions are sudden, and you can truly capture something, then, yeah, of course it feels good. But when you’re stunted, and you’re having trouble expressin’ yourself, then obviously it doesn’t. So it’s never constant.