You just dont get it, peace.

I like my toast with butter, but I'll take it with cream cheese.
I like my pasta with meatballs, tons and tons of meatballs, but I'll be alright with just two or three. You see, I like my things the way I want, but I'll take them as you please. I dont like the way you walk, but I accept it with ease, the way you talk is foolish and your words are too, but its alright I guess, I mean - if this is how it has to be. Im always the one to settle, and its windled down to three, but really - I just need one, and that one is truly me.