I've been alone for too long. We take the same train to see each other; we live inside each other, but I don't talk to her, because she always talks back. We're destined to be together, but I don't really like her. She speaks French, and I guess we'll just have to run that way.
I've been alone for too long. We live in different papers; we read different papers. We live in magazine stores, but I don't talk to her, because she always talks back, except when I don't talk back. Then, she starts to worry.