I will admit I am embarrassed by your grace
And the complete look of boredom upon your face
You want to be a million miles from this place
You want to get on with my untimely disgrace.
I am alone I am in love with an idea
Sophisticated Neurological appeals
I want to negotiate some kind of a deal
I want to tear it open show you that it’s real
No idea you liked DeVotchKa, Holly. So much love. ;A;
(Source: streetsavant, via comicbookdays)





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