This is the first song for your mix tape and it's short, just like your temper, but somewhat golden like the afternoons we used to spend before you got too cool

But love, I've come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday.

I've figured out a way to twist reality. Just take a ton of drugs and never sleep and rent the saddest movie you've ever seen. Push all your friends away with the cruel things that you say and if you need company, you've got the voices in your head.

Well I don't know what I'm looking for but I know that I just want to look some more and I won't be satisfied til there's nothing left that I haven't tried. For some people its an easy choice but for me there's a devil in an angel's voice.

As you drift further into the past, my memory of you fractures and splinters until all i can clearly remember is not a picture, but a feeling.

I need a place where I can make my bed, a lover's lap where I can lay my head

I'd like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve. They love to tell you, 'stay inside the lines.' But something's better on the other side.

So tell me the truth before I get mad. Was I the best lover you ever had? And give it to me straight, does it keep you up at night? If you're such a victim, then go call the cops. If I get the blame, then I get the credit too.

I saw you walking by today. Your hair was longer and you might have been a little taller. But it was still you and you still smiled at me and I still couldn't speak.

I don't mind where you come from, as long as you come to me. And I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you. You've shown me eventually what you'll do. I don't mind, I don't care, as long as you're here.