Taxidermied taxidermist driven by a taxi driver who desperately needs a screwdriver to repair his tracking device. The taxidermied taxidermist is dead, thus, the taxi driver tugs the taxidermied taxidermist out. The taxi driver is in grief upon the loss of the taxidermied taxidermist. He gets a screwdriver and fixes the tracking device, but the taxi driver misses the taxidermied taxidermist so he tugs in the taxidermied taxidermist again and takes his own taxi to drive home to use the toilet. This is stupid.
If snowflakes were my thoughts, they'd all be thought for you.
If there wasn't a risk.
If there wasn't a risk I'd drop out of school.
If there wasn't a risk, I'd probably run to our station.
I'd probably get into a train and drive over to you, watching the landscapes flying by as I sit inside this monster made of metal and watch people do whatever they do.
I'd listen to their conversations, laughing quietly and text messaging you.
But I wouldn't tell you that I was on my way to you.
I wouldn't tell you that there wasn't a risk.
I wouldn't tell you I'd love to fall down at your door.
I wouldn't tell you that there are only approximately 2 minutes left to write this.
I wouldn't tell you anything.
I'd just drive.
I'd listen to their conversations.
I'd watch the landscapes fly by.
I'd get into a train.
I'd drop out of school.
I'd be on my way.
If there wasn't a risk, I would probably - no most definitely - fall in love with you some more.
Just a little bit more.
I am waiting for my cell phone to tell me I've got a message.
Warum redest du nicht auf Deutsch?
Why am I talking English?
And that's pretty sad to me.
Wouldn't that be heaven?