If I'm gonna go down I'm gonna do it with style. You won't hear me surrender, you won't hear me confess cause you've left me with nothing but I have worked with less.

I am watching your chest rise and falllike the tides of my life,and the rest of it alland your bones have been my bedframeand your flesh has been my pillowI am waiting for sleepto offer up the deepwith both hands

If you're not getting happier as you get older, then you're fuckin' up

It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.

Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head. 'Cuz some day you are gonna get hungry, and eat all of the words you just said.