so my guitar teacher, Justin, taught me... guitar? He's pretty, like a little brother type, altough he's, I dunno four years older than myself. This is true, who knew, you'd be open to just screw, no strings. I love that you don't love me, that you will never love me. Well, I made sure of that. Why don't you let your talent run flat, so you can lay me on my back, I wanted you to work, but you wanted to do it till it hurt. So your career went down as you did down me, and the symbolism is divine. But, oh no, you invested so much in me that you love me? You wasted yourself for a little honey? Peanut and Honey sandwhiches, mmmmmm. Why? What'd you think I was talking about?