My Scar Is Beautiful. It Looks Like

Well, I Make Every Song I Sing Personal. I've Never Chosen A Song That Wasn't.

Worrying Too Much About Other People's Ears And Not My Own, I Lost My Way.

It's Like The Mold In Dr. Florey's Coat, About The Discovery Of Penicillin. Out Of These Strange Accidents Come Huge Discoveries. A Certain Purple Bleeds Into Red And All Of A Sudden You Have Something Unexpected.

I Had This Terrible Stammer, So I Couldn't Really Speak Properly Until I Was 16 Or 17.

The Models For Me Were More The Folk-rock Singers Of The '60s And '70s.