Your stroke feels like a fictional narrative Maybe it's because I just watched that movie you were in My friend only gave it one star on Netflix The walk from my apartment to work Doesn't give me much time to involve myself in the whole wide world And Mollie says you aren't really up to visitors right now I always kind of wanted to be you and not you Kind of like my dad I adopted the same dreams but thought maybe I would take better care of them While I was watching your movie my friend kept texting me about how ******* everything is He only talks that way when he's drunk but I guess that's the way I like him best While I was at work today I talked to my manager about how when I have kids Cause I really want them More than I want most things That I would feel weird about telling them about Santa and then having to eventually Confess that Santa was all a big lie that I told them to involve them in the spirit of Christmas I told my manger that I probably wouldn't tell my kids about Santa and if they asked I would admit that Santa was a complete fabrication that most parents agree it's ok to lie about And then I would probably have to deal with a lot of other parents getting ******* at me For not participating in their unspoken agreement to lie to their kids about Santa And I would have to defend myself Because I want my kids to trust me