Nothin’ quite like having your roommate barge in on you while you’re doin’ the nasty with your boyfriend. (I ain’t even mad, is that weird?) Happy Monday.
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold,
and you measure for love by the sweet things you’re told.
And you live in the past of a dream that you’re in,
and your selfishness is your cardinal sin.
And you want to be held with highest regard -
it delights you so much if he’s trying so hard.
And you’re trying to conceal your ordinary way
with a smile or a shrug, or some stolen cliché.
But don’t you understand?
And don’t you look about?
I’m trying to take nothing from you,
so why should you act so put out
11 years ago, the world lost its greatest neighbor. No one will ever believe you’re as perfect just the way you are as Mister Rogers. ❤️