I spend every day of my life wondering when things will change. When you will show up at my door with flowers. Or just show up at all. When i’ll be important enough for you to care more about me than you do your video games. I feel this, and yet I put up with it. Because for some reason, some part of me keeps thinking maybe things will change. But I think i finally understand, that it won’t.
I love you the first time
I love you the last time
Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines
cause I’m your jazz singer
and you’re my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you forever
The Earth provides for every man’s need, but not every man’s greed.