Let light hearts remake us.

Everybody's saying hell's the hippest way to go. Well, I don't think so, but I'm gonna take a look around it though.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?

I like my freedom. I like to do my own grocery shopping. People do recognize you. They are kind of shocked. Some people like it. It makes them feel at ease. It confirms their hopes that you are in fact similar to them.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.