Hey you okay
Can I grab something to eat
So I heard from Lily...
You seem really nice, could you show me to your bed
So what's up
Hey you feeling okay
Do you want something to eat
Did you hear from Lily...
Your bed is really nice..
Nothing ever happens to me, so anyway what's up
The symphonic rage of conversing in small amounts lead to the annoyance of human existence, each question strangles the air with it's mark, leaving me a guilty pleasure of unanswered holes in a sponge, I soak up emotion and spit it out like a wad of tasteless gum so
What's up
You asked that already
