Trying not to think to hard, I wont wait for you. Times just getting overrated and this room is getting colder and I know it's only once you've lost everything, you are free to do anything.

Mess up my bed with me, kick off the covers Im waiting. Every word you say I think I should write down, dont want forget come day light.

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later.

Little buttercups and wild daisies by the lily pond. Blowing dandelions, my only wish was you.

We've been here before. Lonely nights and endless fights and sleeping on the floor. And he's sorry, so the story goes. It's read and replayed and ends the same way. Stop expecting change, he's just a lost cause that you're waiting on.

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle four things; a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage and tangled christmas lights.

Things happen even when you don't intend them to. Maybe at the beginning you had good intentions, or no intentions, or intentions you thought were harmless. But hell was paved with good intentions.

Side-bangs, eye-liner, trendy music and a curiously attained obsession with dinasours/guns does not make up for lack of personality.

Sit down, please make yourself comfortable. I might need some time to dance around what I need to say. I love you to death, I think I need a break.

Dont ask any questions if you dont want the answers. Im so tired of dumbing this down for you. You say that youre sorry and theres no need to worry but we both know thats just not true.