Well, should I admit
That my promise is counterfeit
That I'm careless and childish
And that's all I can hope to be.

 

I don’t understand French

but if I could,
I would write beautiful songs about horrible things…
because it is said to be the language of love and romance…
and if love didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be any horrible things.
You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something…
You must have a heart in order for it to be broken.