The wardrobe is no longer like it was. The end has arrived. I wrote you ten thousands poems. I've seen more stars this month than all last year. I look above more often. I can't listen to the songs I've listened last year, I just can't. I can't repeat anything.
We are still us but different, right?
No one should rush a red light, babe, I told you so, remember?
So, what about now? Should I cut my hair while I sew the flag of freedom? I have all these spare fabrics laying around.
We will always have secret dances at the mall and midnight dinners. Have we ever had dinner before midnight? Laugh lives in our cheeks when we see each other. I am not mad at you. Pizza one of these days?