I'm going back to 505. If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, in my imagination you were in line on your side, with your hands between your thighs. Stop and wait a sec, but when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck. Or I did last night.

What are you talking about? I'm scared! Woah! It feels like you don't care! Woah! And like me, my dear! Woah! Why am I still here? Woah! And I don't mean to blame you! Blah! Blah!

You want to know about my life? I'll tell you about my life.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

How is life? Hmm. Life is so shit because you know why? You know, every- do you know what? That's all I'm going to say because shit is going to become so fucking deep. Bleh.

I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me What to do, oh what to do Made a move, coulda made a move Is it new, I'll be with you Is it too late to pursue? I **** my tongue, it's a bad habit