I love how fresh the sour taste makes.
I love tomato, because I know he does.
Maybe it is indeed shallow to like something just because one particular person does.
Maybe it is indeed shallow to like something just because one particular person does.
I don’t fucking care, I’m not a swimming pool for adults anyway.
He breathes promises that evaporate into the air.
He breathes promises that evaporate into the air.
I can’t seem to get a hold on them, just like angry birds.
I just like the way the empty promises create pain in my expectation,
for being a fraud believer.
I love the pain.
I love the lying man.
The judge in my head keeps telling me how wrong I am for believing in lies.
The judge in my head keeps telling me how wrong I am for believing in lies.
I have nothing else to believe in, so I think it’s okay.
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
Oh, why bother asking other arrogant heads if I have my own?
For a 27 year old, he is quite childish.
For a 27 year old, he is quite childish.
As an architect, he is quite messy.
But (I guess) that’s what I love about him.
The man is a walking irony.
