“If we were honest and both wrote a sonnet together a sandwich with everything on it, at least we would know that the sparks didn’t glow but we owe it to ourselves to try, so we aim and ignite! So often I call and I plead with you: “Give me a chance!” It’s not often that I understand the ins and the outs of what’s wrong and what’s right so don’t think of tomorrow tonight. Oh, I know, it goes on, it gets old but for now we’re young, we smell good, we’re alone…”
— fun. - Light a Roman Candle With Me
