Who am I kidding?
Baby, you're never going to take me to a Honky-Tonk bar somewhere east of nowhere. There aren't enough pretty girls there.
I've got news for you: the guys probably aren't easy on the eyes either. I probably wouldn't leave you for some jacked-up gut in a camo vest. Probably. I just think it would be nice to have our fingers and toes tapping side by side. I don't even like bars- but the point is that I would go there with you, where we could be alone in public.
Why can't you take me out to a Honky-Tonk bar?
I don't know of any around here- but just the thought that you would offer is enough to sand the broken glass off of the epic wall that starves my heart into a gorgeous anorexic teen.
But even the thought is too much of an effort for you- you salted dick, I wish I could leave you alone in my mind and get on with collecting gentlemen.
You hurt my feelings fuckhead.
I apologize- you are not a fuckhead. I just curse when I feel vulnerable.
I mouth milk you without compromise and you don't even have the decency to-
You are a fuckhead, actually, that was fuckheadish of you.
If I was your mother I'd be disappointed in you...
then I'd give myself a serious talk when you left the room.