- J: Is that a crackhead? Why is he walking like that?
- Me: Nah, he just has a gangsta lean.
- J: wen u get married, we're gonna be cooper and violet.
- Me: So we're gonna be functionally dysfunctional?
- J: Basically.
- Me: Okay, just checking.
The time has come for me to start packing / I’m folding the shelves of my life into valises / I can’t stand this desert heat no more / I’m going away, I’m going away / I waited too long to catch your signal / I counted the numbers the letters the days / Something tells me your not coming / I’ve got to go away, I’m going away / Now I’m writing you a letter and I’m making it long / Now I’m breathing and I’m bleeding and the pages are torn / Now I’m writing to tell you I may go missing and lost…