I know the heart of life is good.
I'm the only person I know who's got a bunch of money.
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.
I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.
Tore up my heart and shut it down. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. A simple little kind of free. Nothing to do, no one but me, and that's all I need. I'm perfectly lonely.
Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again; and then the phone rings and you hope it's them - it's the most twisted logic of all time.