I like the idea that we build up these walls or rules or laws to maintain our reality, and when they fall away, you're left with a whole bunch of illusions.

I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.

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

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.

I've learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.