Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it.

But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.