And it's hard at the end of the day

I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet

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.

Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.

It was overwhelmingly beautiful to see my music performed.

You've been gone so long from all that you know. It's been shuffled aside as you bask in the glow. All the beauitful strangers who whisper your name, do they fill up the emptiness? Larger that life is your fiction, in a universe made upon one.

I was raised with a mother who told me that I wouldn't succeed, that I wasn't good enough. Even at the pinnacle of my success, she'd come to a show, and there'd be, like, 10,000 people screaming. And she'd say, "I just don't get it." I think she had so little faith in herself and her abilities as a parent that she couldn't imagine any offspring of hers could do so well. And all that did was drive me to push back. If someone says, "You can't do this," I'm like, "F-ck you! Oh, yes I can, and I will."