My creative process is quite slow. I hear melodies in my head while I'm washing the dishes and I allow my subconscious to do the work.

I know that I have done many things to give you reason not to listen to me

It's been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.

They're my positive chaos, my children.

I think people who come from abuse and/or people who have mental illnesses, have terrible self-esteem problems.

I don't feel like me unless I have my hair shaved. So even when I'm an old lady, I'm going to have it.

I guess there's a song for absolutely everything that could possibly happen to a person.