And the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours.
A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me.
So i laughed, i cried (well, i tried, but i laughed again).
See? who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend?
It’s so fucking stupid.
I’m just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2)
And i wonder what you really thought of me.
An intimate friend? a loud-mouthed jerk? or just a novelty?
(and, hey, do you think i could sing this a little more out of key?)
This is not an apology. it’s just therapy.
Because as we all know (and apparently), i don’t need anybody.
