I know the distance is a factor, but I stretch as often as I can.
My goal's to reach your hands any day now.

I've run out complicated theories so now I'm taking back my words.
I'm preparing for the breakdown.
Your t-shirt lost its smell of you and the bathroom's still a mess.
Remind me why we decided this was for the best.

If you go away, as I know you will,
you must tell the world to stop turning till
you return again, if you ever do.
For what good is love without loving you?
Can I tell you now as you turn to go,
I'll be dying slowly till the next hello.

"Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst. And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse. And we could sit around and cry but frankly your not worth it anymore."

"Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips. And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips. I hope he's leaving you empty, baby. This is just a fix for such a simple little w h o r e."

Love is a trap. When it comes, we see only its light, not its shadows.

-Paulo Coelho