You told me to write about us;
I told you I was already writing about renal failure.
I told you I could find a place to fit you in;
I can make our love sound like it's destroying us from the inside out

But truthfully,
It's so unhealthy when we're together;
I can slowly feel myself
Unraveling
And I know you feel it too.

Are we really that bad, that you have to refer to us as a failed *****?
I told you how it wasn't an insult.

Yet here I am slipping in metaphors about us anyways.