Riot on the streets, the touch beneath the sheets; it's only gonna make you love me more

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match it's reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap. And you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me

I looked up by mistake and fell into your eyes

"Tell him yes", she said. "Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry for the rest of your life if you say no."

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

I think that I've lost all of my feelings. No, I think it's you that lost all of the meaning. When the world turned around and around, yeah, the love that we found has gone drifting away.

You knew in five minutes, but I knew in a sentence. So why do we go through all of this again? Your eyes are fluttering. A moth, flying into the same old flame again. It never ends. It takes fighting day and night to make such a good thing die.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

If you dont go after what you want, youll never have it. If you dont ask, the answer is always no. If you dont step forward, youre always in the same place