Liberate Yourself From My Vice-like Grip!

I Was About Half In Love With Her By The Time We Sat Down. That's The Thing About Girls. Every Time They Do Something Pretty... You Fall Half In Love With Them, And Then You Never Know Where The Hell You Are.

Hell Is The Suffering Of Being Unable To Love.

Who Wants Flowers When Youre Dead? Nobody.

But I Was Afraid Of The Questions (much More Than The Accusations) You Might Both Put To Me.

But What I Mean Is, Lots Of Time You Don’t Know What Interests You Most Till You Start Talking About Something That Doesn’t Interest You Most. I Mean You Can’t Help It Sometimes.