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.

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.

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

When the loneliness leads to bad dreams and then the bad dreams lead to me calling you. I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you but just being around you offers me another form of relief.

It's tough being a dreamer sometimes. I feel like a little child with perverted ideas and acid trip notions; always. It's great, it's horrible, it's dreadful. It's fantastic.

I'm looking at you and you're looking at me and I really hope you've got a fantastic view because I find you to be the most lovely thing.

I haven't been this scared in a long time and I'm so unprepared. So this is for you: a bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody, this world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me.

If you seek pleasure in pain and comfort in the rain and you can't sit through a class, your head is half up in the clouds, half up your ass. If dark days and bright nights make your world turn. You may be lonely but you're not alone.

And if you'd rather stay in at night, I can relate to that. And if it feels like your heart's dried up, I can relate to that. And if you need someone by your side, I am out there.

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying, you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn't paint it very well.