A cardiovascular surgeon doesn’t have a thing on me. Don’t put a noise in your lung. Just dust yourself off and leave. The queen of hearts said, "it’s better to let Jack operate on you. Unless you agree to be a subject to a king. A patient sort of chronically lousy with what is going to come, soon gonna be lost, supposedly only to me. Don’t make pride a reason for those moments to make up wondering what could happen if I forget to breathe. I like love so much it’s wild and crazy. Her name was Rita. Last name Book. No one cared where she came from or where she’d be going or gave a crap what it took. Close your eyes to get a little empathetic. It’s not how you nod that will make me believe. Simply put, it’s your postarity and in the way at me you look.