Absolutely, because during sex, I’m just going to run a filmstrip. I’m still masturbating. - John Mayer

Something about the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it,
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it.<p>And if you want love,
We'll make it.
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets.
Take all your big plans
And break them,
This is bound to be a while.

I was smart enough to know it would probably make me a salable item for the paparazzi. I knew I’d have to move to a home that had a gate. But that pearl of possibility that lives in your heart when you meet somebody you want to know more about has such a different molecular density than everything else that you have to pursue it.

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly.
Take a seat,
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white.
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens.
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve.<p>They love to tell you:
Stay inside the lines,
But something's better
On the other side.