I’m incapable of caring or loving

Sometimes I dream about being a good father and a good husband. 

And sometimes it feels really close. 

But then other times it seems silly like it would ruin my whole life. 

And it’s not just a fear of commitment or that 

I’m incapable of caring or loving because…

I can. It’s just that, if I’m totally honest with myself 

I think I’d rather die knowing that I was really good at something. 

That I had excelled in some way than that 

I’d just been in a nice, caring relationship.

to be loved a little more?

I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
Isn't everything we do in life a way 

to be loved a little more?

I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I don't know, you know I always think that if I could just accept the fact

 that my life is supposed to be difficult. 

You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get 

so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad 

when something nice happens.

For two people who don't know how to be alone...

I kind of see this all love as this escape 

for two people who don't know how to be alone. 

People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, 

giving thing, but if you think about it, there's nothing more selfish.

"Hey, I'm glad you're gone".

You know what's the worst thing about 

somebody breaking up with you? 

It's when you remember how little you thought about

 the people you broke up with and you realize that 

is how little they're thinking of you. 

You know, you'd like to think you're both in all this pain 

but they're just like "Hey, I'm glad you're gone".

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash.

Oh baby with your pretty face drop a tear in my wineglass 

Look at those big eyes, see what you mean to me 

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes 

I'm a delusion angel  I'm a fantasy parade

I want you to know what I think. Don't want you to guess anymore?

You have no idea where I came from we have no idea where we're going 

Lodged in life, like branches in a river flowing downstream 

Caught in the current I carry you you'll carry me

That's how it could be, don't you know me? Don't you know me by now?

His eyes on me...

 I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.

Being with you it’s made me feel like I was somebody else

I know what you mean about wishing somebody else wasn’t there. It’s just, usually, it’s myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven’t been. I’ve never had a kiss when I wasn’t one of the kissers. You know, I’ve never gone to the movies when I wasn’t there in the audience. I’ve never been out bowling if I wasn’t there making some stupid joke.

I think that’s why so many people hate themselves. Seriously. It’s just they are sick to death of being around themselves. Let’s say that you and I were together all the time. You’d start to hate a lot of my mannerisms. The way, the way every time that we would have people over I’d be insecure, and I’d get a little too drunk. Or the way I tell the same stupid, pseudo-intellectual story again and again. You see I’ve heard all those stories so of course I’m sick of myself.

But being with you it’s made me feel like I was somebody else. I mean the only other way to lose yourself like that is, you know, dancing or alcohol or drugs, or stuff like that.

It’s like our time together is just ours.

It’s so weird. It’s like our time together is just ours.

It’s our own creation.

It must be like I’m in your dream, and you in mine.

And what’s so cool is that this whole evening,

all our time together, shouldn’t officially be happening.”

Understanding someone sharing something.

I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us,

not you or me but just this little space in between.

If there’s any kind of magic in this world

it must be in the attempt of understanding

someone sharing something.

 I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really?

 The answer must be in the attempt

I’m sure that’s when I know I’m really in love...

You know how some people say after a few years how a couple would begin to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms; 
I think it would be the opposite for me. 
I think I can really fall in love when 
I know everything about someone...

The way he’s going to part his hair, which shirt he’s going to wear that day, knowing the exact story he’d tell in a given situation. I’m sure that’s when I know I’m really in love