is it like this every night, while we're asleep?

oh shit, i think. my cheeks are on fire; my heart starts to pound.

i'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.

there's something nice about knowing that i'm not the only one who doesn't quite fit the part.

i don't need you. i never needed you."
"well, i fucking needed you!