IN-LAWS from Intimatitudes by Bomethius

New habits die old,
and old habits die few.

Every person single has standards too high.
But otherwise engaged they’re simply too low.

So let’s build us a prison
We can step inside as equals
And then we’ll both have something to burn.

I want to be someone special
to you one day.
In other words
Let's make each other cry…
Spoken: (with vows... forever and ever.)

So you’ll gain weight some day
and I will resent you—or maybe I won’t.
I’ll lose my job,
We’ll lose our house
Our children won’t respect us

I’ll hate your in-laws (Wait. Wouldn't that just be my family?)
I’ll hate your in-laws, if you’ll hate mine.
You’ll hate my in laws and we'll all hate yours.

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