"This song is about my late friend, Collin, who took his life while we were working together at the soda fountain at the drugstore. Collin was an amazing spirit and he used to read to me and we’d play music together at my apartment in Dundee—we would bang on my piano until the guy living upstairs would come down and yell at us!. The day before his death he left a copy of his beloved book, “Wuthering Heights” on my coffee table. In the book was a note. It was a very sad note and I chose not to share it with anyone. Collin and I had a connection because we were addicts and suffered from severe depression. I wish he were still here. His death was one of the reasons why I had to get the fuck out of Omaha. I fled to the West Coast thinking I could beat my addictions and depression. The past 8 years have been a constant battle, but I am sober now, and I feel that Collin was with me to help me through my journey."
"Screaming is bad for the voice, but it’s good for the heart."