Money Can Run Out But Talent Is

I’ve Had Enough, This Is My Prayer, That I’ll Die Living Just As Free As My Hair.

Tonight Love And Hate Met In St. Louis. And Love Outnumbered The Hate, In Poetic Thousands. Hate Left. But Love Stayed. + Together, We Sang.

It's Honestly True That Money Means Nothing To Me.

When You Make Music Or Write Or Create, It's Really Your Job To Have Mind-blowing, Irresponsible, Condomless Sex With Whatever Idea It Is You're Writing About At The Time.

I Just Wanna Be Myself, And I Want You To Love Me For Who I Am