YOU WANNA HOLD HANDS IN THE CEMETERY AND YOU WANNA BE LOST FOR ALL ETERNITY. EVERYTHING IS DARK AND KIND OF SCARY AND YOU CRAVE THE FULL MOON, BUT I DON'T CARE. YOU WANT A MOUNTAINTOP WITH A LITTLE CASTLE, AND YOU WANNA NAME OUR KIDS MORTICIA AND FESTER. ALL THE FLOWERS YOU BRING ARE ALWAYS DEAD AND YOU HOWL AT THE MOON BUT I. DON'T. CARE.