I felt sick at first but I was actually waking up from numbness. It was your existence, it made my guts hurt ( and I need that, I suppose. ) I’ll stop painting a new coat on the rancor in my heart when you stop lying your heart out. Only then will we recall our past and sing it like a karaoke song. I’m your most important footnote, that song you keep listening to over and over. And the ugly irony is that we miss our insanity, it was a pure blissful tension. This is how I came to realize that I need you, in some shape or form.