Next + One
Waiter, that’s no fly
in my soup, it’s a
spy in the house
of love! What I’m
trying so hardly
to tell you is that
there is a Spy.
In the House.
Of Love. But
in the end
I had only
dreamt that
that was her
name.
So wake
up, you idiot!
“I’d be lying
if I woke up
next to you.”
“I mean I’d be
flying if I woke
up next to you,
Sugarcakes.” I’d
only be lying if
I were to say
that I didn’t
care which
one of us is
the axe and
which one of
us is the tree.
“So let’s to the
forest at once,
pretty
please!”
