Don’t mind me.
I’m preoccupied with the vacancy in my passenger seat and I can’t help but see several scenarios where you’re there for the longest. I’m on it.
Of course, you can see that it’s missing U2, YouTube and you too, but what exactly we’re going to do is exactly what I’m trying to figure out. It’s destiny... without a doubt or three strikes and out, since this is the fifth time I’ve set my mind to it.
You were being shy with it, but you shifted when I laid eyes on it. Should I bite it?
Hypothetically, if “it” was a bullet and one of us shot it, I can’t imagine where the pain would be. Pleasure certainly, but just between you and me, I can only see things going... very, very excellently.
I’m multiplying dvsn because you’ve been window leaning for approximately six minutes and ninety-six seconds now, and yes my approximations are astoundingly accurate, and yes I rather you listen to “With Me”... with me... inside specifically, but I’ll turn up the volume gently.
I almost played “Touch’N You” accidentally, but I definitely grazed your fingers on purpose. When I’m too “Perfect” it makes the ladies nervous, so below the surface “Come Thru” is in queue and it’ll do what’s it’s supposed to do if I move like I’m supposed to move… with good follow-through after that, but before all that, let me play the track that you’ll want to run back to back after that.