my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me, so won’t you kill me, so i die happy
you know that i'd do anything for you
the truth is, you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, i’ll apologise for bleeding on your shirt
life just isn't like the movies is it? we're constantly led to believe in resolution in the establishment of the ideal status qua, and it's just not true. happy endings are a myth. designed to make us feel better about the fact that life is just another thankless struggle.
my love, she is nothing, she’s only everything, everything under the sun
i think i was in love once.
really? what was her name?
i don't remember.
that's not a good start
i'm the commander see, i don't need to explain. i do not need to explain why I say things. that's the interesting thing about being president
is that how you win over the ladies? cheap innuendo?
no, you just make all my best lines rubbish.
i don't want to die now. i've still got a headache. i don't want to go to heaven with a headache, i'd be all cross and wouldn't enjoy it.
sometimes it's hard to tell if we're in love or in love with the idea of being in love
if it's a girl they're gonna name it sigourney, after the actress. and if it's a boy they're gonna name him rodney, after dave.
i’d love to touch the sky tonight, i’d love to touch the sky, so take me in your arms and lift me like a child and hold me, hold me close and never let me go
you’re beautiful, you’re weird and you’re wonderful. i know it’s true, you’re beautiful, you’re strange and you’re colourful. i know it’s true. everyone knows that it’s true, but you
nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner
there's a party that we're not invited to, but i don't care because i hate everyone in school
there’s more lies in her eyes than there’s stars in the skies
dreams aren't what they used to be
we love shaggy and scooby because they were cowards! because we can identify with them. we love them! the other guys driving the van? fuck off!
you’ll find the world is so much better when you don’t fit, there’s a ladder in your tights and who gives a fuck if once you ain’t shiny and perfect
life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans
i’m jealous of everybody who is with you when i’m not. everybody who passes you in the street. yeah, you could say i’m jealous.
if this is the land of hope and glory, where’s the land of hope and not quite?
don’t know what it means to hold you tight, being here alone tonight with you
love songs suck and fairytales aren't true, and happy ending hollywood is not for me and you
slowly learning that life is okay
sometimes we don't do what we want to do because we're afraid that other people will know that we want to do them
i think it was john lennon who said, "life is what happens when you're making other plans," and that's how i feel. although he also said, "i am the walrus, i am the eggman," so i don't know what to believe.
sometimes you make me feel like i’m living at the edge of the world. it’s the way i smile, you said
i’m happy just to dance with you
i’m not scared of dying, i just don’t want to
of all these friends and lovers there is no-one compared with you, in my life, i’ll love you more
your smile helped me to find my way
i want to love you but i better not touch, i want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop, i want to kiss you but i want it too much, i want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, you're poison running through my veins
her finger traced i love you in the palm of my hand, that's still the only time my belly's ever hit the floor like that
she said, i know what it’s like to be dead, i know what it’s like to be sad
i’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
it's funny how beautiful people are when they're walking out the door.
we can live like Jack and Sally if we want where you can always find me, we'll have Halloween on Christmas and in the night we'll wish this never ends
the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion never glimpse the truth
the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return
it’s just a little crush, not like i faint every time we touch
you live in terror of not being misunderstood
blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly
strange as angels, dancing in the deepest oceans, twisting in the water, you’re just like a dream
we'll stop to rest on the moon and we'll make a fire i'll steal a carcass for you then feed off the virus cause you're my girl and that's alright
he’s going to get high when he’s low, the fire burns from better days, and she screams why, i said i don’t know the catastrophic hymns of yesterday of misery
if it's obvious to you with your learning disability, then of course it's obvious to me.
the one that makes me scream, she said, the one that makes me laugh she said and threw her arms around my neck, you’re just like a dream
the butterfly's are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf but they're beautiful he'll realize the only thing that’s real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful
come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always. kiss you, taste you, all night. always
somebody died for this, somebody died for just one kiss
you were everything that i wanted, we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it, and all the memories so close to me they fade away, all this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending
it's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. all year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for the winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched tv. but then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. and also he got a racecar. Is any of this getting through to you?
even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day
the english billion, which was abandoned years ago, was a million million and nobody ever used that because it was too big.
life cannot just stop because you’ve gone and messed it up.
i’m too pretty to go to jail. I’d never get any sleep
originality is so passé
do you listen to yourself when you talk?
i drift in and out.
these are the things that we won't do: we won't be together so long that we forget how we got together in the first place and it doesn't matter to us or to anybody else. we won't go to bed in the afternoon on the strength of a smile across a room. we won't exchange our life stories and feel pangs of jealousy when we talk about old lovers. we won't get enough memories of our own to see us through the bad times. we won't read something in the paper and want to ring each other up just to talk about it. we won't ever go dancing and embarrass everybody but ourselves. we won't ever argue. we won't ever make up. we won't ever get to know each other so well that we take each other for granted.
we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
unrequited love. it's fantastic, because it never has to change, it never has to grow up and it never has to die