I've Learned To Allow Myself The Room

I've Learned To Allow Myself The Room To Fall In Love With What I'm Writing.

Chicks Before Dicks, And All That.

We Were Together Because We Were Addicted To Each Other. I Was Never As Intoxicated As I Was When We Were Happy Together, And I Knew It Was The Same For Him. We Were Putting Ourselves Through The Wringer For Those Moments Of Perfection Between Us, But They Were So Tenuous That Only Our Stubbornness, Determination And Love Kept Us Fighting For Them.

I Loved The Way He Kissed Me, As If He Had To, As If He'd Go Crazy If He Didn't And Had Nearly Waited Too Long.

Actually, You Know What? You Keep Thinking I'm God's Gift To Women, Angel. It's Better For Me If You Believe I'm The Best You Can Get.