He's fresh off the emotional boat and I can't handle it.
Money is evil.
The people you love are the one's you end up hurting the most.
You need to watch that shit.
Prenatal friends my ass.
Vindicate my lubrication.
Vindicate my nelly gay soul.
Then marry me and have fucking children.
Insert normality where there never has been that shit.
And the tear drops start coming.
And I'm going through the coming out shizzle all over again.
And for part II of my life story call me tommorow.