I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

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.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.