t's the end of my world as I know it. Gonna go grab a box, and move to the curb. "The room is a little small, but the view is great."

Somewhere along the way, I think I dropped the 'emotions' and 'sensitive' chips to this machine. I know what I should be feeling, but every time a glimmer wells up in my gut, something devours it and I'm back to the same mellow, unaffected mess I was before I met you.

I could get used to anything.

"If we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left."

In class, I'm having more fun when I'm forgetting myself then when I am trying to pick me apart.

Just relax.