In My Hometown Memories Are Fresh.

I Let It Fall, My Heart And As It Fell, You Rose To Claim It, It Was Dark, And I Was Sober, Until You Kissed My Lips And You Saved Me.

I Get Shitty Scared. One Show In Amsterdam, I Was So Nervous I Escaped Out The Fire Exit. I've Thrown Up A Couple Of Times. Once In Brussels, I Projectile-vomited On Someone. I Just Gotta Bear It. But I Don't Like Touring. I Have Anxiety Attacks A Lot.

Americans Are Always Mortified When I Tell Them This, But In England, It's A Tradition To Put Your Plaques And Photographs And Awards And Gold Records And Stuff In Your Bathroom. I Don't Know Why.

I'm Nervous Whenever I Perform.

Sometimes My Songs Wander Off A Bit And Are Not Always Coherent.