I want to get the facts out. The glass from under my skin. The rails from the timber. Just because I said that your *** looks nice in those jeans, doesn't mean you get to treat me like *** crazed dog. I gave you a compliment; nothing more. You're not an object. And neither am I, so don't talk to me like one. I'm not every other guy you've ever met. Lift your eyes a little higher, that's where I am.