Numb Is The New Deep.

The Saddest Kind Of Sad Is The Sad That Tries Not To Be Sad. You Know, When Sad Tries To Bite Its Lip And Not Cry, And Smile And Say, "no I'm Happy For You"? Thats When It's Really Sad.

Playing Music To Me Is As Close To Having Super Powers As You Can Have.

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

Nothing Feels Worse Than Having To Break The Stage Down Before The Performance, And I Mean Nothing.

I'd Like To Think The Best Of Me Was Still Hiding Up In My Sleeve.