“How stubborn are the scars when they won't fade away?Or just a gentle reminder that now are better days?We'll be home soon, so dry your eyes,You'll be okay (you'll be okay!)Oh my God!The water is rising!It's rising!You just have to believe in me!Failing that I'll ride this storm alone!We can still make it out,'Fuck'I can help you through this,But you have to take my hand!I can take you home,Take my hand,Take my hand!I should've known the tides were getting higher.We can still survive.They think we're drowning but our heads are still above the waves,Above the waves.(I should've known the tides were getting higher)(We can still survive)(Above the waves)(I should've known the tides were getting higher)(I should've known the tides were getting higher)We can still survive!You never said goodbye, goodbye![x4]And now you're on your own!You never said goodbye!You never said goodbye, goodbye!”

“Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream, I'm tryin not to think about you, Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance, my back is turned on you, should've known you'd bring me heartbreak, almost lovers always do ”

“Goodbye," she said.When I didn't say it back, she rested her hand on the top of my head. The weight was strange and gentle. "I love you," she said. "And when I tell you goodbye, I don't mean forever or for long. Just that I'm going home now, and so are you.”

“Oh, you are a little ray of sunshine today, aren’t you? Now, look at your progesterone levels. Still higher than normal. Are you pregnant? Have you been throwing up?”“No. But I get cravings. Will I get stretch marks?” said Fi.Gilamar kept a straight face. “Yeah, say goodbye to your figure. Everything sags from now on.”

“on the 11th of every month my friend elizabeth would say, "well we made it through another month. so do we get her back now?" we always giggled, but we really did expect to get her back. its not human to let go of love, even when it's dead.we expected one of these monthly anniversaries to be the Final Goodbye. we figured that we'd said all our goodbyes, and given up all the tears we had to give. we'd passed the test and would get back what we'd lost. but instead, every anniversary hurt more, and every anniversary felt like she was further away from coming back. the idea that there wouldn't be a final goodbye- that was a hard goodbye in itself and, at that point, still an impossible goodbye. no private eye has to tell you it's a long goodbye....the loss just doesn't go away- it gets bigger the longer you look at it.”

“I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne)”