baby go ahead and
stick every last needle in my eye
i've been telling lies
since the first time i cried in your bed

held my hand as i sobbed
spilled wine on the rug
i'm a filthy person
in need of a hug

say i'm not that person anymore
i'd love to hear it, boy
tell me something,
how will i die?
i know not the answer
to nothin

I wish I was a little less in love with you, that's all.

Maybe stars aren't meant to be reached. Maybe they are just there to guide you, to light up the darkness of the night.

They may not be beside you, but they are always with you, looking down, watching.

Maybe you are a star yourself.
A star that inspires.
So, keep your head up high, smile, and keep shining.

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?