You write such pretty words, But life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do. Then hurt me, Then hurt me, Then hurt me...

Love's an excuse to get hurt.

No lies, just love.

So when your (new) eyes meet mine they won't see no lies, just love...

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.

I'm always fascinated when people really fervently believe, because I have such a hard time believing anything. When people have real faith in something, it's fascinating to me. And the fact that so many people, in surveys, so many people say they do. It kind of blows my mind.