I love you, you know I do. But I’ve got to leave a little room in my heart for Jesus.
Jesus, and a few roses, maybe a daisy. And a clock, with kind of a butterfly instead of a sweep second hand So, basically, there really ISN’T room in my heart for you, but there may be time in my heart for you. Time, and flowers. And the messiah, who’s kind of like a clock too.
So, I’m, like, giving you my heart, AND Jesus. And a clock with a butterfly on it spinning around, like it really WANTS flowers, but every time it flies toward the flowers, it goes up to Jesus instead, and then kind of spins upward toward my aorta. But it comes back to you, babe. And the roses. And Jesus.
I don’t even know where I was going with this metaphor anymore, just, I love you, okay?
Should I have just got you some chocolates?
Yeah, that’s…kind of what I thought.
Call me, okay?
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