“I don’t wanna play your game, boy. Cleanin’ up the messes that you make.”

I drink to feel I smoke to breathe Just look what love has done to me.

If I’m not writing about myself, then I sit down with people I really dig writing with and throw ’em out and see if something sticks. Their brain plus mine hopefully will make something interesting and cool and it will just snowball and we’ll have a unique song by the end of it.

Don’t wreck my reputation, Let me wreck my own.

Follow your arrow, Wherever it points.

It’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t writing.

I know what I want and it gets in my way. I know I’m not easy.

Im all about small towns. I think its a great place to grow up.

A great song will be great forever – it’s timeless and classic in that way.

I know not every song has to be a powerful message.

Legs longer than my marriage.

I used to write poems more when I was younger, but I haven’t in a long time. I just write ideas and paragraphs and go from there.

Guess I’m hangin’ by myself but I don’t mind.

Forced idleness evolves into beauty.

Fame freaks me out. Do you just wake up different? I don’t know how to scale it back if it gets too crazy.

In the beginning, I wrote OK songs, but they didn’t have a unique perspective.

I’d rather be more of the hippie country chick – as in, instead of pointing a finger, just maybe saying, ‘We’re all screw-ups. We’re all in this kind of together. We’re all just figuring this out.’