How lcky am I to have somebody who makes saying good-bye so hard?

And if I ever start to matter...let me know.

And now we know why they call it a crush.

Heartbroken and softspoken. So go on baby, walk right past me. I'm used to it.

Cut me up like paper and tape me back together into something beautiful.

To put it nicely...I hope you choke.

Sometimes you gotta figure if he doesn't care, you're missing out on someone that does.

Make a move, sweetheart. I can't be the only one taking chances tonight.

Butterflies in the stomache. Hearts skipping beats. This can't be healthy.

They tell me to forget him. Well, let's see you forget about your entire world.