He loved you.

But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?

Light up, light up as if you have a choice.
… All I want is to find an easier way to get out of our little heads.
… Have heart, my dear, we’re bound to be afraid.

When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.