If we could listen to all your motown records I'd be happy. We could talk about how we weren't meant for today and I'd marvel at your simple style. You could speak about being lost in all the words they tell you to believe in everyday and how people just mostly ask where the classic fiction section is. We're meek, the two of us. At least I think you are as least i think I am. We'd just look at eachother's faces and wait four months to only kiss.