Every lament is a lovesong.
If I could do it all again would I? The answer is still yes.
I must be a goddamned trampoline. Or a masochist. Okay, yes. We all know the answer to that one. Give her a little pain and she's so alive.
Give her a little more and watch her try and fight back.
God has his hand on my forehead and I'm swinging and kicking with every ounce of my strength and he just laughs and laughs. Or so it feels, sometimes.
