I've Withdrawn Many Times. Part Of Me

We Gave Up Everything Just To Sit At Your Table.

Tame Birds Sing Of Freedom. Wild Birds Fly.

Songwriting Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep, But The Song Won't Let You. So You Have To Get Up And Make It Into Something, And Then You're Allowed To Sleep. It's Always In The Middle Of The Night, Or You're Half-awake Or Tired, When Your Critical Faculties Are Switched Off. So Letting Go Is What The Whole Game Is. Every Time You Try To Put Your Finger On It, It Slips Away. You Turn On The Lights And The Cockroaches Run Away. You Can Never Grasp Them...

Everything They Told Me As A Kid Has Already Been Disproved By The Same Type Of “experts” Who Made Them Up In The First Place.

Everyone Deserves To Believe They Are Beautiful.