“I feel blurry as a reflection in water.”

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

I feel like a lot of music producers have, like, the same toolbox. And I think, like, to me, as a producer, like, I want something to set my stuff apart.

I’m no dancer. I got rhythm, I can dance if I need to but I’m not Chris Brown. He’s an amazing dancer. If I’m not going to be amazing at it, I’m not gon’ do it. I’m gonna do what works for me and you’re going to feel it ’cause it’s me.

I would go back to the past and watch one of the early Beatles shows, because they were such a massive part of cultural history. As a younger person, you feel you missed out on that.

Self love is not something you feel, but rather something you do each day.

If I know everything around the situation, all the facts, I feel like I can handle just about anything.

The idea of music is to liberate the listener and lead him to a frame where he feels he is elevated.

I jab my own heart with a knife, thinking about you on and on. How dare you enter my life just to make me feel torn?

I feel like if I show people how good I’m doing with myself, then it’ll bring people to want me to manage them as well.