Rainy days. Minimum wage. A book the ends with no last page. Whoever she is. Whoever she may be. One thing's for sure. You don't have to worry.

Maybe I'm just asking for it right now, but I would rather that you say whatever it is you're thinking, than to continue to look at me the way you are right now.

When we meet again, we'll probably talk about the weather. Because that's what peopel do when they grow apart, and that's what we'll do when we grow apart.

I tried to read between the lines. I tried to look in you eyes. I want an explanation for what I'm feeling inside.

She liked you monday but now it's friday.