There's not much I can say to clean up my act, because actions speak so much louder than words. So I'll tell you I'm sorry in advance for any apology that doesn't meet your demands.

This is just a paper cut and it will scab over, just you wait. But the cuts that I'll shortly be dealing out, are gonna give you something to cry about.

I guess there's just a part of me that likes to bring you down, just to keep you around.

I want a trip inside your head, spend the day there, hear the things you haven't said, see what you see. I wanna hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all? I wanna see your thoughts take shape and walk right out.

Sometimes love is a vulgar word, sometimes hell calls itself peace on the nightly news. I've heard saints preaching truths that would have burned me at the stake, and I've heard poets telling lies that made me believe in heaven.

Here's a simplification of everything we're going through. You plus me is bad news. But you're a lovely creation and I like to think that I am too, but my friends said I look better without you.

I like sunrise better when I'm getting up early than when I'm staying up late, you know? It's like I'm seeing it from the wrong side.

I've been broken, but never shattered.

And every second is electric like a thousand volts. Not to mention, my intention's only natural and your affection is the question.

I'm used to breaking bottles when you ruin this. It's what I do. This isn't just goodbye. This is me forgetting you.