When spencer was just a boy, We'll call it fifteen or so, he found himself annoyed, by a syndrome of sorts in his bones, that girl who's next to him, you found yourself bored to tears, you realised if you wanted conversation, you’re out of luck for three more years, when Spencer moved away from home, one hundred miles or so, he knew a change had grown, Inside his awkwardly long limbs and bone.

the girl who's next to him, she’s friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, she said.

{{user}}: "All I can hope for is for me to get better, because all I can take is no more, i’ll win him back again, we'll be lovers, best friends, He won't need no other woman, Like he did way back when he was with me, He needed more than me, I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, but he needed more than me"