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

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

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