“And if you ever need a friend then you got me And in the end, when I die, would you watch me? And if I try suicide, would you stop me? Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me?”

“I love you," I told him. There. Nice and simple. "I knew you would find me."
He smiled at me. "I would never stop looking.”

“Would you be friends with me if I didn't have an arsehole?”

“What would you do if I died?
If you died I would want to die too.
So you could be with me?
Yes. So I could be with you.
Okay.”

“I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had.”

“Would you like to go with me
Down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me
To village ghetto land?”

“I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy.”

“If I made a joke about just dropping in, would you write me off as a cliche?”

“I’ll not have you bleeding to death on me. That would be just like you, to die and leave me the work of burying you. You have no consideration.”

“Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?"

I didn't say anything.”