Art's For Art. Money's For Pizza.

I Don't Even Trust Myself In My Career Much Less Giving Somebody Else Advice.

I Don't Know Where I'd Be Without You Here With Me. Life With You Makes Perfect Sense. You're My Best Friend.

Down To My Last Dime And Coming Apart At The Seams. I'm Messed Up In Mexico, Living On Refried Dreams.

Love Can Sort Of Rebound And Regrow And Reinvent Itself Around A Lot Of Things, But When Somebody Can't Forgive Themself For Something, I Think Love Sort Of Withers In That Situation.

I'm Actually Not An Exhibitionist At All. When You Get Onstage And You Get Under The Lights Playing Music, I Feel More Hidden And More Alone Than Anywhere Else. You Hide Behind Your Music And Let Your Emotions Come Out Through The Music.