You used to call me yours
Most people want the house with a million bedrooms
made from the finest materials from a third world country that cant afford them
The kind with acres of land that are fenced in so their 2.5 kids and dog can play in the yard safely
or
the latest massive car with a heater for everything
including the nostrils
so as not to feel a hint of discomfort
The kind with the exterior made from several endangered species and rhino tusk trimming
I don’t want any of these things.
I just want to make music and love you.
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