Everyone asks. Are we some kind of lovers?. Everyone asks what you're doing with me. I know this is not what they want. They're afraid you've been blinded.
Maybe it's just those same old things. Maybe it's just a waste of time. This reminds me so much of the day you said goodbye. And as you walked away still I would not admit.
Look at all the advertising some kind of show. Come if you're going, patronize the magic dragon. Walk through the door, kiss off your boredom. . Tuning up the orchestra.