What the fuck are you talking about?
I’m nearly home sweet darling, apple of my eye. We’ll discuss it all softly
My heart bleeds without you
In my room speed dating
I’m standing underneath a flickering lamp post in the centre of Norwich clutching paper in each hand and my mouth, brow furrowed asking passers by to decide for your handwriting. More memorabilia
I can’t believe you still don’t know how to spell my surname
You disappoint me in not being here
I feel like a third wheel alone in my room
You have got to see the new hero on my wall
I just talked to the porter about vegiterorists
The roman punishment for killing your father was to be tied up in a sack with a wild dog, a live monkey, snake and cockerel and then thrown into the river Tiber