I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

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

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you'll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.