I tried to make you my boy, but you're just like the others. Relying on my anecdotes and animations to keep the conversation afloat. Oh, you're a big fish in a swimming pool, but where is your soul? Does your body dance across the living room floor when you're all alone? Or do you simply just float? Waiting for a rider before you attempt to squirm. Do you need a witness to show up as a man? I'm sorry I don't applaud your wandering aim.