Put down your hollow tips and kiss your lovers lips and learn that fate is what you make of it

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.

She is a girl so I wouldn’t slap her. I would lock her in a room full of spiders and let her think about what she’s doing to the youth of America.

I need you in front of me, saying my name, saying to me... "I choose the way you are
You, the way you are"

Insecurities are about as useful as trying to put the pin back in the grenade

This party is old and uninviting, participants all in black and white, you enter in full blown Technicolor