I open my eyes and fumble for words awkwardly, "You were the first. That's what I meant. I was agreeing with what you said by saying I was the same..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster