“I suppose I'm saying that defiance is actually part of the lyric job”
“If you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?”
“What were you supposed to do?" he asks in an amused voice."Save you. Only I wasn't actually supposed to do that, was I?""That's the hardest part," he says. " The absence of certainty.”
“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?”
“What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.”
“I’m lyrically illiterate. Actually, more accurately, I can’t read music.”