I like your hair, and when I say something like that you can know that

I mean it, see it's how I would draw it if I had the chance to

Make you how I see you in the dream that keeps repeating every night

Lovely sinner, don't roll your eyes when something cloying hits your ears

What's in a word? What, in a word, is all that I can think to say.

Give me a break. What is a break but just a fruitless final breath?

Oh, God, oh God, save me the fall and the humiliation

Please, oh God, spare me, as if I deserve it.