WHITMAN: Are you the new person drawn toward me?

SWIFT: Saw you there and I thought, “Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake.”

WHITMAN: To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different than what you suppose.

SWIFT: You’re the “kind of reckless that should send me running,” but I kinda know that I won’t get far.

WHITMAN: Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?

SWIFT: I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

WHITMAN: Do you think it is so easy to have me become your lover?

SWIFT: Got a long list of ex-lovers. They’ll tell you I’m insane ’cause you know I love the players and you love the game.

WHITMAN: Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?

SWIFT: One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all its meaning.

WHITMAN: Do you think I am trusty and faithful?

SWIFT: I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me.

WHITMAN: Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?

SWIFT: If you could see that I’m the one who understands you

WHITMAN: Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?

SWIFT: The road not taken looks real good now.

WHITMAN: Have you not thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?

SWIFT: Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think.