I Don't Have A Big Thing About

The Only Reason That It Takes Me Seven Years To Do Stuff Is Because I Just Don't Really Have A Plan.

One Of My Friends Said To Me, "oh Yeah, Of Course You Aren't Writing." So I Was Like, "the Next Time You See Me, I'm Gonna Have A New Song." I Wrote "criminal" In 45 Minutes When Everyone Else Went To Lunch Because I Had To Have A Hit. I Can Force Myself To Do The Work, But Only If Someone Is Right Up Behind Me.

I've Never Been To The Websites. It's A Lot Healthier For Me To Keep Out Of The Conversations About Me.

Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces Are To Hearts, They Serve For Sweet Relieving, When Fantasy And Reality Lie Too Far Apart.

Never Is A Promise, And You Can't Afford To Lie.