She's Perfect, So Flawless, I'm Not Impressed.

I Get Recognized Somewhere In Between Like Local Meteorologist And National Meteorologist.

I'm Pretty Good At Taking Accountability Now, And I Never Did Anything To Deserve That. It Was A Really Lousy Thing For Her To Do.

There's A Certain Lack Of Gimmickry To What I Do That Makes People In England Go: 'where's The Thing?

When You're Dreaming With A Broken Heart, The Waking Up Is The Hardest Part. You Roll Outta Bed And Down On Your Knees And For A Moment You Can Hardly Breathe.

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.