I'm in road-coma at the moment. But it's OK. I think you subliminally become a junkie of being on the road. As much as you think you're burnt out, the minute you get off you go stir crazy and you just wanna go right back.

I'll close my eyes really, really tight and make you all go away.

Keep on dreaming boy cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die.

I need to start caring about myself if I'm going to be a proper father.

When life is hard, you have to change.

Life isn't a tiptoe through the tulips

I want to do more. I'm never satisfied with what I've done