Well I’m greedy about you. I want more of you. To please you. I get more excited when you get off than me. Is there something I can do for you?
So what do you do when you’re driving 80 miles per hour in the opposite direction of what you should and want to be? I tell you what you do, you keep driving. If you were supposed to be going that way, you would have gotten a proper invitation. And another thing, who said he could just have a five hour conversation about feelings and how you both have them but you don’t belong together. What kind of bull malarky is that!? We belong together. Or else we wouldn’t call each other when we get really drunk. We wouldn’t still be doing this shit two years later.