Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue Sent to the factory, just like me and like you So how come they stayed your execution? The audience roars its standing ovation "Dust.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

Fake it till you make it actually worked.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed