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We were instant best friends. Two people who understood each other without having to say a word.
Two people can be perfect for each other but if the timing's wrong its never going to work out. Bad timing is the reason that most normal people end up single. Weirdos and creeps are single cos they are weird and creepy but people like us are single because of bad timing.
Love is a mindfield, you take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess thats human nature, it hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow-up than be single.
I like being depressed. It makes me feel deep and introspective.
I mean, I can't even be around you. You're sitting here and you're like this incredibly juicy ham sandwich that I just want to stuff in my mouth and I can't because, like, my lips are sewn shut.
Love is ecstacy and agony. Freedom and imprisonment. Belonging and loneliness. It is what keeps us together when life tears us apart. So, when you find that perfect man hold on tight and call me, so I can run over there and see what he looks like and laugh... Because he does not exist you sad perky little optimistic suckers.
I cheese sandwich you
Two people can be perfect for each other but if the timing's wrong its never going to work out. Bad timing is the reason that most normal people end up single. Weirdos and creeps are single cos they are weird and creepy but people like us are single because of bad timing.
Love is a mindfield, you take a step and get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again and stupidly take another step. I guess thats human nature, it hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow-up than be single.
I like being depressed. It makes me feel deep and introspective.
I mean, I can't even be around you. You're sitting here and you're like this incredibly juicy ham sandwich that I just want to stuff in my mouth and I can't because, like, my lips are sewn shut.
Love is ecstacy and agony. Freedom and imprisonment. Belonging and loneliness. It is what keeps us together when life tears us apart. So, when you find that perfect man hold on tight and call me, so I can run over there and see what he looks like and laugh... Because he does not exist you sad perky little optimistic suckers.
I cheese sandwich you