I want your name engraved on my skin,
so I can never sweat you out, wash you off.

Permanence. That’s what I want.
The American version of commitment.

This is what I want:
To hibernate with you for a winter.

Taking solace in your presence.
Permanence in our own special cave.

High school drama matters more to people than petty theft.
Let the play begin. Draw those curtains, *******.
Let’s roll one and smoke it.