you don’t do it on purpose but you make me shake, i’ll count the hours until you wake. with your baby’s breath, breathe symphonies. come on, sweet catastrophe. and maybe this time i could follow through, feel complete, stop paying dues. stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm. this time i know nothing’s wrong.
“I’m not a person who writes music constantly. I sit around and mope and I’m like, ‘I can’t believe I’m a musician. I haven’t thought of anything new in a year and a half.’ and then I’m eating pancakes one day and I’m like ‘oh my god!’ like, 30 ideas for songs come in my head, and I remember 5 of them. and 4 of them or 3 1/2 of them are good. so that’s how it happens.”—