Songs come from nuggets, moments, tiny subdivisions of time. Some of my favorite songs were written about a single moment of inebriation or a single flurry of kisses. “What It Is” was written based on a single ten minute argument. Tangling was based on a feeling in the pit of my stomach as someone talked right past me. I doubt that she meant to, and it was only for a moment, but in that moment my perspective of the conversation flattened down just to the relationship between the two of us, and then expanded to make that relationship out to be more important than it ever really was. But all it took was that one second of my stomach twisting itself into knots, and i had a song.