I eat this nasty slice of pizza
I bought by phone four days ago
thinking that too much I love yous
means that something is wrong.
And I can not force you to stay here,
but I can't let you go
‘cause inside that pile of brown boxes,
there's something more than love.
So fuck your point of view.
Fuck romantic boy.
Fuck all modern couples.
Fuck us after all.
This house should be on fire but the fire is on us.
This room should be on fire but the fire is on us.
And God should be on fire, just like us.

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