Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.
There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.
When I said that I make out with dudes, there was a slight sense of sexual rebellion in that. And I probably even made it a bigger deal than it was.
Ultimately, people do want to buy merch and tickets to support their favorite bands, but they don’t want to feel like it’s the only thing going on.
In the past, my brain would never stop. Now I’m a father; the world no longer revolves around me. When I’m with Bronx, he’s got my complete attention. He’s the only thing that occupies my thoughts.
I think people who just know me from my band think I don’t like pop music. The truth is I love pop music.
I’m not as well read as I was when I was younger – I just devoured books.
Look: I download music illegally, if I really want it. But I always then buy the record – I support art.
Here’s the thing about hair; I think most people think that I have Lego hair, like I can just take it on and off in one piece, and that’s not quite the case – although pretty close.
We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.
I’m in the process of convincing my parents to sell me their house so I can just live in my childhood bedroom forever. I figure it might make me age slower.
I’m Michael Jackson-obsessed. All I watch is ‘Moonwalker’ – it’s my favorite movie of all time.
Soccer presented no challenge to me. Playing felt like breathing: I always had a magical connection to the ball. But it didn’t feel like an adventure. Music was more of a challenge and, in the end, felt more interesting.
When I was in high school, my thing was to get as close as humanly possible to a girl and just make her have to kiss me! You do the hug that’s too close, where your mouth is close to hers and you kinda feel it out a little bit.
They finally pushed me out, It’s cool though cos I hae a dog.
There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, ‘Fence or van? Cause I’m crashing into one of them,’ and I said ‘Fence,’ so I hit the fence and bounced into the van.
If anyone saw Fall Out Boy’s first 400 shows, we were the worst band of all time.
This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.
Emo is over, you can all go home now.
He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.