I've never done heroin, but I totally understood what would drive people to that distraction-to need that so much.

You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.

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

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

I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.

And it's hard at the end of the day

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.