What would it take for you to go out with me?
Playing with fire doesn't necessarily get you burned.
I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.
The threat of taking something away makes us appreciate it more.
It's as if I'm taking away his pain and he's taking away mine.
I'm standing here, holding a half a lemon in my hand. I'm speechless, I'm excited . . . I'm a wreck. Caleb wants to be where I am.