I'm craving companionship, but I'm tired as white rock road with cracks baked in by the relentless Texas summers...
Not the best analogy, I know... but then, you know my mind comes unhinged, swinging wildly like a screen door in the ten-minute Texas thunderstorms...
'Twould be nice to be pardners, thick as thieves... Alas! I roll down the road, like the tumbleweeds.
...and I shake the dust from my sandals, and I sigh, for then wrote, ye Vandals: