i wanna collapse in laughter on the floor, remembering the times we felt like dyin'. with me, don't turn the most significant events in your past into a clumsily constructed sentence or two. you can talk (i will listen). i'm thinking about guys named larry who look, with out a doubt, like the name larry fits perfectly. do you know the kind of person i mean? i'm imagining maybe someday we can spit toothpaste into the same sink in the mornings. and i'm imagining somebody i won't ever write about (only
to). ain't nothin between us but air.