I Sing Songs That I Have Lived

Seems Like Just Yesterday, You Were A Part Of Me. I Used To Stand So Tall, I Used To Be So Strong; Your Arms Around Me Tight, Everything Felt So Right - Unbreakable, Like Nothing Could Go Wrong. Now I Can't Breathe. No, I Can't Sleep; I'm Barely Hanging On. Here I Am, Once Again, I'm Torn Into Pieces. Can't Deny It, Can't Pretend, Just Thought You Were The One. Broken Up, Deep Inside, But You Won't Get To See The Tears I Cry.

I’m From A Small Town So, Like, Everyone’s Married With Children Or About To Have Children. So It’s A Little Hard When You Go Home And People Are Like - And That’s Why People Think I’m Gay - Because They’re Like ‘why Aren’t You Married?’ And I’m Like, ‘it Doesn’t Happen For Everyone Right Off The Bat.’

I'm The Perfect Amount Of Guarded. I Don't Reveal Too Much, And I Never Reveal Who The Songs Are About. They Are Real Life. People Get That. I Date A Lot Of Musicians And They Do The Same Thing. People That Work With Me - Who I Write About Too - They Get It. It's My Creative Outlet, My Therapy.

When People Talk About My Weight, I'm Like, 'you Seem To Have A Problem With It; I Don't.

Everyone Is Different: Different Shapes, Sizes, Colors, Beliefs, Personalities, And You Have To Celebrate Those Differences.