You want to know if we fell in love too fast.
You want to know if this is, well, too good to last.
You're asking the wrong questions.
You're opening the wrong doors. I love you.
I can't touch you anymore.
I can't touch you anymore.
There's so much to hate you for. I love you.
I can't touch you anymore.
You want to tell me 50 ways you've left your lovers.
You want to tell me how you loved 200 others.