so your wandering hands may be the death of me and your grave of a mouth might turn me blue youd ruin me, sure--but youll own me for good now how does it feel to know im dreaming of you?
look, dear, let me tell you something: of the atoms in your body, 98% are replaced each year so its fine, keep going: i promise you never fell for this flesh below you now all fake-filled with fear
your mother called today--i think shes missing you again oh, dont look at me like that, you know im right dont you? its fine. ill pretend. ill let you loathe me just a little; if you liked i could even put up a fight
yes, i know theres something wrong here i know you care for me still--dont say it that way please stop, please, youre making me sick i cant do this much longer. please, go away.