like an overweight karate kid you could moonwalk over my heart using candour as painkiller tastes like vanilla to me occasionally
someone please make go home, i'm the worst at being alone just tell me i ought to watch infomercials for love and buy all of their trust
saturdays have shown us i'm not the world's most talkative guy you say it's fine but i can always try and answer with amplified anger, and then cry inside