And pretty soon you'll find some nice young satanist with braces and one capital 'O', significant Other
And you can take him home to your mother and
Say 'ma, this is my brother'
I'm pretending that I know a lot more about you than I actually do, and also to refer to the fact that I've fall—fallen in love with the characters you've created in, uh, your body of work.
And how am I supposed to do that
When I go to this same room every night
And sleep in the same bed every night?
The same fucking bed
With the red comforter with the white stripes
And the yellow ceiling light that makes me feel like I’m dying
Does anybody use this bathroom in the daytime?
Is this a house or the set of a film?
Let’s get away from these awful people
They can’t keep their minds to themselves