I'm Just A Tool, I'm Just A

I Have So Much Residue Crap In My Hair From Years And Years Of Not Washing It And Not Having Any Sense Of Personal Hygiene Whatsoever. Even Today, I Go Into These Things Where I'm Supposed To Be This Sexy Guy Or Whatever, And I'm Literally Asking, 'if I Get Plumes Of Dandruff On Me, Can You Just Brush It Off?'

You Have This Weird Thing Where You End Up Trying To Fight Against This Faceless Blob, Where The More You Hate It, The Bigger It Gets, Because It's All In Your Head.

My Dad Said To Me The Other Day, I Really Am An Artistic Person. I Was Shocked As I Never Saw Him As A Creative. I Think Me And My Sisters Are Living Out That Side Of Him As My Sister Is Another Creative Person, She's A Songwriter.

The First Period Of Getting Famous Was Incredibly Strange To Me And Really Fun At The Beginning Because You Didn't Realise The Consequences Of Anything. You Could Say Or Do Whatever You Wanted And It Just Didn't Matter.

My Ideal Of Manliness Is To Be Incapable Of Doing Anything