Of all the songs I’ve ever written, this one might mean the most to me. In November of 2008 I was living in my friend’s living room and I was absolutely scared to death of what was to come. I was hitting a wall with music. In the two months I had moved to Nashville, I had written two songs I wasn’t very thrilled with and I had nothing else to go on but scraps of songs that made no sense to me. I had no idea of what the future held. I felt like no one else in the world believed in me or even understood me.
A few weeks before, I had a falling out with my best friend since high school. Years of unresolved tension and resentment boiled over, and I laid all my cards out on the table. Things had changed, and they would never be the same again. My friend did not believe in me or my dreams, and I came to the conclusion that it was time to move ahead, and anyone that wasn’t with me was against me. These feelings fueled a lot of songs I had yet to write, and set the tone of the album. I was alone, but I was on a mission and had no other choice but to dig deep and hope something worked out soon.
I had an idea for a song called “Love Yourself” that was going to be a campfire discussion between two people. I thought I would just have an acoustic guitar and some violins, and that was it. My first draft at lyrics were ok, but I threw them out and started over and put the chords to the words. I also wanted a big, epic guitar solo that descended into madness.
I thought of how scared I was, and what I would say to someone I could totally trust. Fear was taking over and I had nothing to do but run for help. I hear this song and I see a little kid hiding under the covers, with their imagination dreaming up the worst possible things that await them on the other side.