Now all of your thoughts are just fragments pieced together. Not even asking for clarity; all the things I've realigned. How could you understand it? Just staring with that blank face. Can't even see straight,
You know that your clinging on to this make-believe about "spending plans" isn't going to last much longer. Because your cock's just aching for my little tits, and just aching for the next send. Cutting into your grocery bill, the last of your ration