And love is a murderer, love is a murderer
But if she calls you tonight
Everything is all right
Yeah, we know.
And love is a curse shout in a hearse
Love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry
And this is coming from me

- Because she knows the worst thing about me, and it's okay.
- What is it?
- No, it's not one thing. It's just an idea, Joe. It's like you know each other's secrets, your deepest, darkest secrets.
- Deepest, darkest secrets?
- Yeah, and then you... you're free.
- Free?
- You're free! You're free to love each other completely, totally. Just no fear. So there's nothing you don't know about each other, and it's okay.