Let’s be clear, I don’t love Mark, okay? I just…miss him when he’s not around, think about him all the time, and I imagine us one day running towards each other in slow motion and I’m wearing a brown suede vest.
When Shibutani and I made desire in the past, it was like I installed Shibutani into my body and wrote the song while thinking about him and becoming him. By doing that, the Shibutani-ness was able to seep through into the melody and feel of the song.
Massa: You give me a gift? Bam! Thank-you note. You invite me somewhere? Pow! RSVP. You do me a favor? Wham! Favor returned. Do not test my politeness.
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