If I Were A Writer

I Don't Write Songs About A Specific, Elusive Thing. I Write About Love, And Everyone Knows What It Is Like To Have Your Heart Broken.

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.

Crying Is Really Bad For Your Vocal Cords.

You Can't Complain About Your Dressing Room Or You'll Look Like Celine Dion.

When I Want To Party, I Play Beyoncé's "crazy In Love." That's Always Been The Song That My Friends And I Get Ready To; Or Before I Go On A First Date, I Play It To Feel Sexy.