Don't Underestimate The Things That

If I Were A Writer And Not A Singer In 10 Years, I Don't Know How I'd Feel About Writing Really Personal Songs And Getting Someone Else To Sing Them.

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

So Is It Over Is This Really It You've Given Up So Easily I Thought You Loved Me More Than This

In My Hometown Memories Are Fresh.

I Like Having My Hair And Face Done, But I'm Not Going To Lose Weight Because Someone Tells Me To. I Make Music To Be A Musician Not To Be On The Cover Of Playboy.