Hunger Hurts, But Starving Works, When It

These Days I Don't Know Who Really Likes Me. I Always Assume Most People Are Bullshitting Me.

I'm A Tulip In A Cup. I Stand No Chance Of Growing Up

I'm Not Lazy, But I Don't Have That Spur On My Ass That Most People Have, Like, "oh, God. I Have To Get Something Out Or Else My Career Will Be Over!" I Don't Really Care If My Career Is Over.

I Wouldn't Know What To Do With Another Chance If You Gave It To Me.

You Know, The Age Thing Really Bugs Me. Do People Have More Of A Right To Not Like What I Say Because I'm 19? I'm Up Here Because Of What I Write. Obviously, I Must Know Something, Or I Wouldn't Have Been Nominated For Best New Artist. Sometimes It's Like, "you're Right. My Mother Wrote These Songs."