Love was always the goal, and my point every step of the way was that nothing is wrong with love, no matter what flavor it comes in.

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

Both hands... Now use both hands. Oh no, don't close your eyes.

we thought we left possession behindbut truth is i was yours and you were mine

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

Just let me go, we have to be able to criticize what we love, to say what we have to say 'cause if you're not trying to make something better, then as far as I can tell, you are just in the way.