I'll tell you a secret.

I'm still up.

I'm such the jokester.

Are you dead inside? You're so damn tired.

I have no idea, maybe I just need less sleep than others.

I'll never (really) let you go.

I'll never let you turn around, our backs on each other.
That's a good idea, break a promise to your mother.

I got asked a weird question today: "What do you smell like?"

To which I replied: A cowboy.