For Me, Songwriting Is Something Like Breathing:

I Can't Remember All The Times I've Tried To Tell Myself To Hold On To These Moments As They Pass

I'm So Busy Trying To Breathe Through The Pain That I'm Breathing Through The Pain Of Being With People, And That Is No Way To Spend A Life. Eventually, They'll Just Go Away, Because You Will Make Them Sad. That's Something I've Proven Quite Adept At Doing Over The Years.

That's Where The Songs Come From: That's What I'd Most Want People To Understand. What Sounds Good Or Looks Good, That's Nothing. The Only Worthwhile Thing In Art Is Seeing Someone Else's Heart.

For All The Things I'm Losing I Might Aswell Resign Myself To Try And Make A Change.

A Long December And There's Reason To Believe, Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last.