although at this rate, i wish i did
i wish i knew how to play the accordian
and i wish i could sleep late daily
& i wish for once that someone reciprocates
it’d be nice if i could be as wise as marx.
maybe true love isn’t dead, but all i can say, is that if it does happen to exist, i’d love some hardcore proof. or else for the rest of my life, i suppose all i’ll know about true love is that its idea makes a pretty good song.