if you love me, love me now. dont hold yourself so badly until tears starts to mean nothing

So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced.

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

It turns out I'm absolutely terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem.

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.

It’s because I’m so good-looking, isn’t it?