I used to love to make things - you couldn't drag me away for dinner because I was always writing a story or something.
I really believe in completely being naive and having high hopes when meeting someone new. I can kind of re-do my stupidity or my naivete.
We are like a wishing well And a bolt of electricity
Love is a hell you cannot bear.
I'm not turned on, so put away that meat you're selling.
And if I'm being honest, I don't think I have an ex-boyfriend who would have something mean to say about me.