I used to find places in high school and college, empty rooms or spaces with pianos. Instead of going to a party, I'd play alone for hours. It became my buddy.

Hopefully, my tears are worth something to the outside world.

I don't really usually write sort of a cheerleader-type lyric.

As I grow older, what I find interesting is that I get experience with pain, different types of pain, and I start to see the lovely hilarity of life. Things that were once so crushing take on a different essence. I move through it at a faster rate. It's like traveling: it opens my eyes. My process is to allow myself to have it and to not judge myself or the situation too much, and then to create something with it.

I do have faith that something better is always coming for you.

My own brain. When I get it out of the way, I'm fine.

If you hold on to certain things that are comfortable and maybe a bad pattern for you psychologically, then you rob yourself of the experience of the next thing that happens when you do start to let go. It's only by trusting that, and by the leaps of faith, that you remember that's true.