Love requires Context.
Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.
The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.
Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.
I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.
If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.