Tonight, what will he bring?
What is his purpose in seeing me?
I'm having a bad day. I don't want to leave the house. I have to face the firing squad tomorrow. It would be nice if you brought me flowers.
No. That won't happen.
We have seen a lot together, and yet you still talk to me like a stranger.
Going crazy feels like going sane; surely going sane feels like going mad. You laugh at all of it. It does not apply to you.
You think I am Chicken Little. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!". I know it's not. I also know it may. Life is short and death is real.
Man, I've listened to your songs. Don't give me that shit.
Another night of you acting. I don't get it.
I tell it like it is. Someone once told me that honesty is compassionate. Compassion without honesty ain't no good at all.
C'mon, let out that secret anger and loathing you feel towards me.
Yes, I have made you jump hoops.
Yes, I have wailed like a baby.
Yes, I have smelled of cigarettes and coffee when you needed perfume and lipgloss.
So, I still love you.
And quite-man, you must love me, 'cause here you come to lie in my arms tonight.