I'm sure you have some cosmic rationale, but here you are with your faith and your Peter Pan advice.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.

I don't want clever conversation, I never want to work that hard, I just want someone I can talk to, I want you just the way you are.

I am, as I've said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.

Most people you'd tell "I'm gonna be a musician," they'd say, "you're crazy, you're gonna starve, you're gonna be poor, a drug addict, go to jail, you'll never make it, there's too much competition, it's a terrible business," etc. But my chorus teacher in high school said, "you've got what it takes to be a really good professional musician, you should consider it." That was an epiphany for me. So I thought, well, maybe I can help somebody, too.

So I would choose to be with you, That's if the choice were mine to make, But you can make decisions too, And you can have this heart to break