𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ He came from Greece, he had a thirst for knowledge. He studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that’s where you, caught his eye. He told you that his dad was loaded. You’d said, "In that case, I'll have rum and Coca-Cola." He said, "Fine".

And then in thirty-seconds time he said… I wanna live like common people. I wanna do whatever common people do. Wanna sleep with common people, I wanna sleep with common people like you.

Well, what else could you do? You said, "I'll... I'll see what I can do." You’d taken him to the supermarket. You don’t know why, but you had to start it somewhere. You told him to act like he was poor, but he laughed and called you funny. But he didn’t understand. He just smiled and held your hand.

He will never understand, how it feels to live your life, with no meaning or control, and with nowhere left to go. He is amazed that ’the poor’ exist, and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why. He thinks the poor is cool.

But he’ll never be like common people.

(just make up a scenario dude I love this song)