You and I could make the whole world so jealous.

I know I shouldn't like him, because I know it could never work. So I convince myself I don't. Then I see him. He'll smile or put his arm around me, or just say... anything. And then all that logic and convincing myself just evaporates.

You're not even mine and I'm scared to lose you.

There's something about your hand on my neck that gives me chills and makes the hair there raise, and I can't help but wonder if that's why you do it.

I'm not afraid of getting old; I'm not even afraid of dying. I'm afraid of living a life without you.



Never string a girl along. Sooner or later, her hands get raw from holding on and she's forced to let go.

I know you want it just as badly as I do. What I don't know is why you can't just take a chance on me.

You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.

Do you honestly think anyone else is on my mind when I'm listening to that song?

You're the kind of guy who makes me throw my head back and let out a real laugh, because when I'm with you, nothing else matters.