i wake up with the cloying taste of a nightmare in my mouth not for the first time this week and i imagine not for the last
i made you a chart concerning all the ways we ****** up and sent it to you last night haven't heard a word since
i had the implicit feeling that what i was saying was dangerous. that it could take this little thing we have going on and expose all the little tangled wires sparking and smoking... that i could make you feel bad enough that you wouldn't want to talk to me