And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

They love me like I was a brother They protect me, listen to me They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream, nice dream Nice dream

I wear my pants on my upper torso to be abstract and different.

I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened?

I would rather die then let my kids eat cup a soup.

I love listening to music with my mate. We don't do it often, but when we do we'll just sit there and lose our heads in it. Sooner or later he'll start saying something to the effect of "Hey, Thom, can you put in something else now?" but I'll just nod coldly and respond "not just yet". But after awhile, I'll finally budge. And that's when I crack a big smile and take out The Bends and put in Kid A. My friend just sighs and leaves the room, and I can't blame him. He's not ready for that leap yet.