I loved you when you had nothing. I don’t understand.
It’s because you’ve never been poor.
I’ve seen a man die and I am going to live.
Had to make money somehow. And we can’t go on looting spree anymore, we’re not in the desert.
A love nest is what we need. A little place we can go to be alone, from time to time. I will pay for it. My money, to spend on me, on something I want.