thank you for walking me home,
after i couldnt get home from the bar;
thank you for being my boyfriend,
oh wait, you are the worst boyfriend ever;
oh wait that was wrong from the beginning,
thank you for walking me home.
go to australia already.
(do you want to go to the park
and sit on a rock
and ask little children for a lighter
because we are amateurs and too nervous
to act normal?
i do).
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