Eh, fuck it. World don't care. Babe let me tell you about my dream.

All these years!

All these fuckin years!

Ah, jeez, I feel a million years old and alone.

I think I woke up 8 to 6 times last night,

and each time, God grant me, I closed my eyes and my babe was there.

Usually we were trying to patch things up.

There was a time, we were hopeful and cautious,

but I accidentally ran her over with my car or dropped her while we were messing around or something, while we were together trying to patch things up

and the lawyers got involved, and hers—Yours! My, my only love—

that bitch wanted $11 thousand dollars for medical and 60 grand for puntive.

So babe, we were at 7-11, there was a huge Tyson chicken wing in my blue raspberry slurpee, and while I was trying to get it out

 I said, "Babe, wouldn't you rather have my love?"

A few dreams later, we were living together, in school and work

it was so promising, but the same shit....

I couldn't control you like I wanted to,

you couldn't be as free as you wanted to,

I couldn't understand why you would throw me a surprise pool-party with the Mexican soccer team—you had been on campus for a week, you had no girlfriends and all the guys liked you—when I was going to be late from work that day...me, the workaholic!

You think those Mexicans are alalalalalal to each other about being excited to meet me, while you're getting in that swimming pool?

But thn again, I was spying at you studying in the library that afternoon when I was supposed to be at work—and I told him to tell him, fuck him and his wife, he lost his balls because she was third in line and left behind and she clasped on to his as soon as she could and now he doesn't even watch the Champions League—

....ah jeez, I think I'm in love again.