She was above nasty gossip
and
He was a violent perfection
from rubber 24 hours
Because
His 24 hours was a
violent
crazy
hate
He thinks stress has trans-fats
and
She has fear at all-nighters
because there's no such thing as
silly all-nighters
far from boredom and regrets
She wants to ban
her fear of boys being players with cement hearts
and
He wants to ban
pretty over-the-top perfection
The both fear
the regrets and pretty lies of love
But
He is pudding
when he's around her
and
She feels like he has a suit of
fresh cement lines
Because she's fallen and is now stuck
They get
jitters next to nerves
around each other
Sick of bad karma
on a birthday
on my birthday
She has 3x fresher ringtones
He thinks the sentence
"that smelly belly"
is funny
I love cheese
We are (nothing but)
Rubber lines r o
like the ugly lies that were always a us u
d n
Ban Insecurity.