My art is strange, inconsiderate of the feelings of others and never calls the next day.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I will be here for you when it breaks your heart, as it has mine many times.
Shit! No tears of the morning rain!
Welp, better hope I don't end with you momatoes, because the only tears that will be involved in that art are your own.
When you start weeping out of disappointment.
over of my art.
and it's lack of tears.
Not really sure how well that threat worked out...