Ode to David Cook

hey there David,

ur voice croons de abyss i call my gut

ur voice like sandpaper smoothes all de aches n pains

n i rehearse..'when u find u, come back to me' over n over n over again

cld u add this phrase, 'if u r still in a muddle..leave me alone?'

pretty please,

david,

my soul's male companion now.

and yeah,

thanks.