You are my mother:
I suffer separation anxiety when I'm not with you.
My headphones are the umbilical cord
that keeps me close to you.
Maybe I should invest in scissors.
You are my child:
I must pamper you or else
you'll throw tantrums.
Maybe I should look into tough love.
You are my friend:
I like your company best
and you go nearly everywhere with me.
You never talk back,
but you never talk at all.
Maybe I should make more friends.
You are my lover:
buffering is our foreplay.
You've always been good at seducing me
but the *** is crap.
Maybe we should see other people.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
You are my mother:
I suffer separation anxiety when I'm not with you.
My headphones are the umbilical cord
that keeps me close to you.
Maybe I should invest in scissors.
You are my child:
I must pamper you or else
you'll throw tantrums.
Maybe I should look into tough love.
You are my friend:
I like your company best
and you go nearly everywhere with me.
You never talk back,
but you never talk at all.
Maybe I should make more friends.
You are my lover:
buffering is our foreplay.
You've always been good at seducing me
but the *** is crap.
Maybe we should see other people.
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