It’s not you… It’s me…
No, no, no-- It’s most certainly the other way around!
Listen, sweetheart… I love you
But you need to change, first.
I fell in love with you
I tumbled head over heels across your rolling planes;
I had the hots for your Mojave desert-- something I will never forget!
New York city is the apple of my eye!
I want to caress your mountain ranges--
Feel the rough edges against my soft hand!
I want to smooth down the forests--
Rub my face in the sweet, earthy scent!
I want to submerge myself in your lakes--
Get lost in the depths of your eyes…
But I also want to be happy.
Listen, your aesthetics are great! Don’t get me wrong.
But we have no future together.
Besides, I know you are not faithful.
I know you’ve been spending time with other guys.
Shhhh! Don’t start with me!
I’ve seen those multi-millionaires you sleep with!
Are they better than me because they have money!
You… you-- Gold-Digger!
(And not the 49er kind!)
I thought you had higher standards!
If you change your mind--
--and your preference of people--
I may come back
… Oh how I want to come back.
I love you, America.