It's the vibe, the same on you got when I put my hands around your throat, your midsection. People like to tell me I'm scary like the easy way. People like to tell me I'm beautiful, like the hard way. People like to tell me I'll see you again on the other side of the lake where my dreams will never reach because they are glass and I am glass and I am sorry for caring about the way you lied. I'll surround you throat, your midsection with a thousand liars hands and say hallelujah, I'll say didn't you know? Not everything is painful, not everything hurts like the smite of god. What did you do to deserve eternal damnation? You say you never kiss and tell but kissing cousins lie, they lie like stainless steal being scratch proof, and the feeling of tears on a Sunday. You...just forget I said anything and I'll go on forgetting your name.