“I'm not in love with you.”

“You don't know, but I'm noticing.”

“You and I are walking in the snow. "Why are you walking backwards?" I ask. You point in the direction we came from. "So they'll think that's where I'm going." You point to where we're going. "And that's where I'm from.”

“Serrated, adj.And you said, "I'm not sure we can.”

“I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.”

“Maybe Dana loved you for your pain.I loved you for everything.”

“The way you're singing in your sleepThe way you look before you leapThe strange illusions that you keepYou don't knowBut I'm noticingThe way your touch turns into arcsThe way you slide into the darkThe beating of my open heartYou don't knowBut I'm noticing”