My own mother has asked, on multiple occasions, what exactly I’m expecting to happen that is so bad. I don’t know. I can’t explain it.
I could’ve met you in a sandbox, I could’ve passed you on the sidewalk. Could I have missed my chance and watched you walk away?
Yeah, I share a house with my family, but there’s plenty of space for all of us and we never have to fight over whose turn it is to take out the trash.