I had a dream about you. You were a her named Penny but you were even more worthless than a cent. And I was a businessman who owned coin-operated used bubblegum dispensers.

I had a dream about you. You asked how long Ive loved you and I replied About 5280 feet. It was true. Ever since the car ran out of gas a mile back and we were forced to walk Ive been thinking a lot about life love and how much I wish the first gas station we see has mashed-potato-flavored bubblegum.