We shop for love like we shop for shoes. But shoes don’t walk. People do.
I can’t see beyond wanting to make you happy for just this one night.
I love watching you pretend to be a nice guy. You’re a fucking waste.
Funny who we chose to confide in. Strangers, kids. Anyone but you.
Unpolished and raw. False confidence and real nerve. That shit lights my stage.
Always ready to let you go; never prepared to be without you.
I’m not Valerie, but you can treat us the same. You wanna walk? Go.
Tired of flirting and appearing game when I want to stop gambling.
You have every right to love someone else, so does he and the next girl.