I love you..I really do..
Everything about you is on point.
Your taste in food, in drinks, and in music..
And I always have so much fun when I go see you..
But why, ohh why..do you like to play such weird movies when I come over? Like with dead people, and rats..and stuff..
Please..listen to what I’m telling you..I mean, I know no one is perfect..but please..the movies gotta go.