This wasn't meant for you.
Leave my house.
The man didn't close the gate.
He just entered and didn't want to leave.
It was a wrong connection.
I didn't want you. And now everyone is here like they can be.
You're still here like you can be.
Frantically preserving what's mine.
You dissolve into a shadowy nothing. And you're gone. But I'm already upset.
And now grandma is telling me it's gunna cost me 1 million to fix my front deck. I tell her I think it's fine the way it is, she visibly, passively, dissagrees.