The Duet

Something about you caught me by surprise Though I always knew you’d be my demise. “I didn’t want you to love me Didn’t want you thinking of me   So I kept my distance Tried to ignore your existence I was blinded by my pride With you, the Jekyll to my Hyde   But that’s where you found me Baby, that’s where you unwound me   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to look at you, that’s a dance with death   I’d risk it all, For you I would You’d make me fall, And fall I would   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to be by you, that’s a dance with death. “I thought once was enough You turned to me and called my bluff, Maybe I should have walked away but I couldn’t resist, I needed replay after replay   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to give you up, that’s a dance with death   We were over from the start I never said I’d give my heart So now it’s time for this to end After all, a friend is just a friend   Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to give you up, that’s a dance with death   So now it’s time for this to end After all, a friend is just a friend.

Does your cockiness have a dimmer switch or is it always set to 'high'?

Oh good, apparently when you have sex with Brooklyn Heart, you leave with a fruit basket. What a lovely experience.

The guy was sexy with a capital S-E-X-Y. Yes, that’s right, all of his letters deserved to be capitalized.

The last thing I needed was for a horde of Justin Bieber fans to take over my Twitter feed with death threats.

I tried out the standard blow-into-the-palm-of-your-hand to test my breath and yes, on a scale of one to ten, I could kill a small puppy with that wretchedness.

So now we just need to figure out what the hell people wear in Montana.” “Brokeback-chic?” I offered.

Don’t you worry about ol’ Jorge. He got enough fruit to last him a year.” “What does that mean? Is fruit slang for anal or something?

That’s like piss icing on the shit cake.

we end up stronger architects in the end. Like Spartan warriors.

We’d settled it with an old-fashioned duel. (i.e., I sat on her until she begged for mercy)

Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to look at you, that’s a dance with death

So come back Brooklyn, come back to me

Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to look at you, that’s a dance with death.