Being A Human Being Is Lost. For

Sometimes An Idea From Six Years Ago Will Come To Me Out Of The Blue. And Maybe I Haven't Even Seen The Lyrics I Wrote Down, But I'll Just Have This Physical Memory Of Having Written It, And In My Mind I Can See The Piece Of Paper, And The Words I Wrote Down, And Then By Muscle Memory, I'll Remember The Chords That Go Along With It.

I Should've Died A Hundred Thousand Times,teetering Stoned Off The Side Of A Building.nobody Loved Me And Nobody Even Triedyou Can't Hang On To Something That Won't Stop Moving.singing And Dancing To Them Nighttime Songs.

For Any Producer I've Ever Worked With, Their Toughest Job Is To Convince Me To Not To Obscure My Vocals. A Lot Of People Don't Like The Sound Of Their Own Voice On, Like, Cassette Tape Or Something. It's Like That For Me, And Other Songwriters I Know. Like, "oh God, That's What I Sound Like?"

Is It Possible To Love Someone Too Much? You Bet.

I No Longer Know The Author Of This Book, For Simply Stopping Long Enough And Writing It Down Was Where I Changed From A Boy With His Eyes Squeezed Shut To A Man With His Eyes Wide Open So That The Sunlight Might Reach My Heart Despite All That Darkness.