Says she wrote me a letter says the weather wasn't better.

Have you ever made a mistake?

I have.

I'm sorry.

You're not doing me any favors here. This issue is no longer me, or the things I've done, it's you. And, to quote a dear friend of mine, you've turned a mole hill into a mountain. Here's a hint: try talking. You'd be amazed at my comprehension of english. And how good we are together. Because we are. So don't let something as ridiculous as this stand in the way of that.

Any time now.

I'm waiting.