“I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: ‘No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall’.”

“i don’t think you notice when you see my face i guess you’re waiting to spin me around again wheels i guess are turning somewhere inside my head i know that this is deeper than you get. ..so much for talking, it’s all been said before; i’m hearing something, but i wish you’d just say more.”

How can I love you with a broken heart?