I Don't Have A Big Thing About

I Don't Want To Make This Sound Negative At All, But In The Best Way Possible I Freaking Give Up. I Give Up. You Can't Try And Make Your Life Perfect. I'm Just Trying To Have A Good Time, And I'm Just Trying To Appreciate The Things That I Have Around Me. I Give Up On The 'dream' Dream. I Think That It's All A Dream. I Think It's All Wonderful And Terrible. And I Give Up In The Nicest Way.

I'm Not Used To Not Having Enough Time To Live With The Songs. Usually, If I Write Something, I Live With It For A Little While.

I Might Sound Crazy About This But, Years Ago, My Mom Told Me: "we Almost Died When You Were Born. Both Of Us." I Was A Caesarean Baby, And The Doctor Who Delivered Me Later Told Me, "i Opened Your Mother Up, And You Were Right There. It Freaked Me Out Because Everything Was Broken And Out-there." I've Thought About It A Lot - Could This Have Something To Do With The Fact That I'm Only Happy When I'm At Home And Alone? Maybe I Was Just Freaking Out For Two Weeks Before I Was Born, Feeling Really Insecure.

As A Person Who Performs On Stage, It's Good To Be Emotionally Open. If You Mess With Someone When They Are In That State, It's Like You're Messing With An Animal When It's Eating.

There Were Songs I Would Write About Breaking Up With Somebody Before I Broke Up With Them, Months And Months Before I Broke Up With Them.