“Ehhhhh. I'm a song!”
“I'm a song writer, professional dreamer...”
“I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”
“I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.”
“If you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?”
“I'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song.”