or go do something productive.
But what's more productive than sex?
Even if it's other people having it.
I'm sending you signals.
But they keep bouncing off roof tops,
and falling to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.
There's no life down there.
What good are words?
You're still pretty.
But not as beautiful
as when I had a chance.
It was hopeless, from the very beginning
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