We were so good, but so good only lasts for so long.

I think it might’ve been way the way I waited. How you never pursued and I knew you were a gentleman all along.

I’m not over it, but I’m past it.

You have to die to become alive and that’s why tragedy seems so beautiful.

Things could always be, but some things will never have been.

I used to love September, but now it just rhymes with remember.

One day I won’t be in love with you, I’ll just love you and the occasional thought of you might cross my mind, but it’ll be bittersweet.

You have my heart, but I don’t know what you want with it.

I only say I love you when I mean it just like I only speak in tongues when I’m heated.