For a second ther I thought I was going out of my Liva Snap mind. I tried everything, flowers, presents, singing outside her window. I think I know what you're trying to tell be Gus. I'm not telling you to forget her. Seventeen beers a night and a nudie magazine bill that could pay for a shiny new trailer home.
Any loser can do that.
You gotta show her that you're different. Don't just call her, call her every fifteen minutes. Write her endless rambling deranged letters in your own blood. Dog her every step. Show her that you care with the passion of a psychotic maniac.