I built a tunnel inside my house and poked holes in your fancy sheets because I am alone in here and I can hog all the air i want. With justin's boyfriend and justins ex "boyfriend" at the club talking about gay guys like i'm on the gay guy tour of Manhattan. i said i don't like music and i was told i should try poetry. because i don't want someone to read me what they've written please let me read it myself. but i don't like poem because people want to read them out loud. please be quiet because i only want to look at your voice. I had to leave and go sit on the curb on Traffic Avenue in the middle of the party. which is a special street to me and i don't even believe them when they say it's a street. because it's where every street you know ends. and i forgot that it is a bit not right to be there under certain conditions (tube top). NEW YORK PEPSI DIET.