I’m lost in adolescent wet dreams that don’t come fast enough.
You should have seen the look on your face.
The made up faces of people used to light a city grid.
This isn’t for me.
This just isn’t for me.
The cat is out of the bag.
You’ve got a lot to lose, but don’t worry;
the feeling is mutual.
All bets are off.
Every gain is void.
Next time, try to put some pride into your work.