Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

Children make up the best songs, anyway. Better than grown-ups. Kids are always working on songs and throwing them away, like little origami things or paper airplanes. They don't care if they lose it; they'll just make another one.

You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on?

Well, it's either kiss me or kill me, that's how I see it.

There's no prayer like desire.

There's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine.

I never told the truth so i can never tell a lie.