four hundred and eighty seven.
Life is a velvet crowbar, hitting you over the head.
You’re not that bright for a star. Burned yourself out, nothing left.
four hundred and eighty six.
I feel good, you’re the best thing that I’ve found.
So quit your life and stay with me.
My beautiful flowers, delivered to my work.
I love being in love.
I’m paralyzed with happiness.
