I Get Painted Quite A Bit As

There Are Things That I Refuse To Deal With Except Through My Music... Because I Don't Trust Humanity That Much, And I Don't Know If I Trust Me That Much. But I Trust The Songs.

Years Go By Will I Still Be Waiting For Somebody Else To Understand Years Go By If I'm Stripped Of My Beauty And The Orange Clouds Raining In Head Years Go By Will I Choke On My Tears Till Finally There Is Nothing Left One More Casualty You Know We're Too Easy Easy Easy

I'm A Conduit For Telling People's Stories. It's A Privilege.

Right Now, Half The World Is Depressed And They Need To Be Entertained.

I Think There's A Time As A Writer When You Want To See The Best Things In Life, And You Go Out Wherever You Go With Your Dreams As A Writer Or A Composer.