Everybody's at war with different things...I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.

Kind of easy for me, because it's so scary, gross, dirty, and no one fucks with it-you don't go for a pizza and someone puts heroin in front of you.

I've been clean for ages, I'm at the gym all the time, everyone feels good.

When I went to rehab, somebody said to me: 'You're so lucky - normally most people that come here have lost everything and they have to rebuild.' I hadn't really lost anything. I just lost a little bit of respect from my mates.

Everyone smokes weed, it's fine. But I'm an addict, so it's not fine. I don't wanna be addicted to anything anymore.

I already had my own issues with mental health, or trauma as the buzzword is now, when the band started taking off. I think that just becoming known for who you are, and that's not someone you like much, was tough.