So maybe tomorrow, I'll find my way home.

Of the 5263 farking things I can't stand about you, I most hate the fact that you are NOT a fighter. And that is why, my dear J, you will never be good enough for me.

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say what's going on.

Damien Rice - Cannonball.