Heaven Help Me For The

Be Kind To Me, Or Treat Me Mean I'll Make The Most Of It, I'm An Extraordinary Machine

I Keep Living This Day Like The Next Will Never Come.

I Don't Want To Give Any Advice To A 19-year-old, Because I Want A 19-year-old To Make Mistakes And Learn From Them. Make Mistakes, Make Mistakes, Make Mistakes. Just Make Sure They're Your Mistakes.

When I Was A Kid--10, 11, 12, 13--the Thing I Wanted Most In The World Was A Best Friend. I Wanted To Be Important To People; To Have People That Understood Me. I Wanted To Just Be Close To Somebody. And Back Then, A Thought Would Go Through My Head Almost Constantly: "there's Never Gonna Be A Room Someplace Where There's A Group Of People Sitting Around, Having Fun, Hanging Out, Where One Of Them Goes, 'you Know What Would Be Great? We Should Call Fiona. Yeah, That Would Be Good.' That'll Never Happen. There's Nothing Interesting About Me." I Just Felt Like I Was A Sad Little Boring Thing.

I Think I'm Better At Live Shows Than I Used To Be Because I'm Way More Comfortable With The Uncomfortable Pauses Between Songs. Now, Rather Than Trying To Talk Or Do A Costume Change, I'll Use Those Moments For Myself. I Listen To What Other People Are Playing, Or Just Rest, Or Dance, Even Though I Don't Know How To.