This must be Thursday…I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.
What did my arms do before they held you?
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.