It’s a surreal moment playing in a city you never been, in front of 800 people you don’t know. Talking to people who don’t live in your town, saying they have been following your music for years. Cheers to art bringing people together, hundreds of miles apart.

Why am I scared of people in a room?
Why can’t they see a good time are the people close to you?
Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
Why am I scarred from what she did to me?
Why can’t I trust anyone, no, not even me?
Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?

Slowly, but assuredly losing my sanity.

I like that somehow I obtained two stereotypes that have nothing to do with what I am, and if you even knew who I am or what I do, you would never say those things. If you hold people to standards they are always going to let you down, and you are always going to drive them away.