you say that she cries when she hears the bird’s song.

I will learn to cook for you It's one thing that I plan[ned] to learn to do.

did the ironing in a cowboy hat felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat i will never tell you what to do. have ambition simply to see things through did you know i could be a lot of fun i’m aware that friendship can die young as the glow from the street light bled down the langlands road we set off, the best of friends i know where i stand i don’t need you to hold my hand well i’ve tried to get along with you and i asked myself what i’m gonna do i’m coming ’round to take a stand gonna to put us together with glue or an elastic band i know where i stand i don’t need you to hold my hand well i’m softer than my face would suggest and at times like these i’m at my lowest ebb but i know i can confide in you if i cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too? happy new year. you’re my only vice. what if we compromised? i am open.