You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?

I write music all the time. When I talk about having writer's block, it's more to do with lyrics than anything else

Cause I rely on my illusions, to keep me warm at night. I've denied in my capacity to love, and I am willing to give up this fight

I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.

I'm an eternal optimist with a small degree of cynicism.

You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.