All these people and miles in the way.
She pouts.
Oh how she pouts.
He soothes her pouts with xmas cheer.
Santa brings the world to those who wait.
Come here, baby. It’s cold outside.
Let Daddy keep you warm.
Come closer.
I want to smell your vomit.
But all these bitches and boos and cock blocks in the way!
Oh little darling.
True love will not be stopped.
True love sweats but never fucking dies.
Run it, gal.
Go for that gold.
Buddy Holly sang a song
about this sort of thing.
He’s singing it, still,
just for us.