No Matter How Well Prepared You Are

My Scars Were Reflecting The Mist In Your Headlights I Looked Like A Neon Zebra, Shaking Rain Off Her Stripes

The Age Thing Really Bugs Me. Do People Have More Of A Right To Not Like What I Say Because I'm 19?

But I Honestly Don't Read Critics. My Dad Reads Absolutely Everything Ever Written About Me. He Calls Me Up To Read Ecstatic Reviews, But I Always Insist That I Can't Hear Them. If You Give Value To The Good Reviews, You Have To Give Value To The Criticism.

What's Really Good Is African Drum Music.

Categories Are Gibberish To Me. I Understand - It Helps People Organize Their Thoughts. But You Can't Go Too Far With It.