I Mean, The Thought Of Someone Spending

I Would Only Lose Weight If It Affected My Health Or Sex Life, Which It Doesn't.

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

I Doubt I'll Be Singing Forever, Because At Some Point People Aren't Going To Want To Hear My Music, And I Hope That I'll Still Get The Opportunity To Write Songs.

You Had My Heart Inside Of Your Hand But You Played It To The Beat

Regrets And Mistakes, They're Memories Made