Now this might be a long one. Because I have lots to say and nothing at all. Because you say I should remain the same and then you don't like your dinger in my ass your tits next to mine. You don't want to walk all the way to the train, or make an omelette without help. You sit on your carpet and tell me how we are incompatible. And then you tell me keep loving it. I will keep loving it now from a distance and I will eat sweet and savoury and listen to the radio and think of you.