QUOTE : This one night we were smoking a joint up on the roof of this apartment over on Santa Monica and Wyatt said, ‘I love you so much and I don’t understand why you don’t love me.’<br />I said, ‘I love you as much as I’m willing to love anybody.’/<br />And then he had this chorus about me having a big heart but no love in it. I kept looking at the words, thinking, This isn’t right. He didn’t understand me at all. So I thought about it for a little while and got out a pen and paper. I wrote some things down. <br />When he woke up, I said, ‘Your chorus should be more like Big eyes, big soul/big heart, no control/but all she got to give is tiny love.