When I Was 13, I Asked For

I Have A Second Chance On Life.

My Religious Upbringing Was Comically Strict — Even The Dirt Devil Vacuum Cleaner Was Banned. In Our House, No One Was Allowed To Refer To Deviled Eggs. We Had To Call Them Angelic Eggs. We Were Never Allowed To Swear. I'd Get Into Trouble Just For Saying 'hell No'. If You Dropped A Hammer On Your Toe In Our House You Had To Say Something Like 'jiminy Christmas'. The Only Music We Were Allowed To Listen To Was Gospel. No Wonder I Rebelled.

I Think Sometimes When Children Grow Up, Their Parents Grow Up. Mine Grew Up With Me. We Coexist. I Don't Try To Change Them Anymore, And I Don't Think They Try To Change Me. We Agree To Disagree.

This Is The City That Taught Me How To Write All Of These Cool Songs. Yeah, You Guys Definitely Need A Royalty.

I'm Not Coming Out Trying To Prove Anything To Anyone, Like, 'oh, I'm In Assless Chaps!' Or 'i Can't Be Tamed!' I've Already Been Through That Phase. I Started At 23, You Know?