forget you? sure thing.
my stomach can't take very much more of this.
we love to hide our pain behind anger,
tears behind rage. it's easier.
though i guess i'm getting rather tired
of the cycle.
if i could feel one way, i'd be at peace, at least.
even if it was not caring for you,
i'd be sure of that, at least.
i'd be sure of it.

(funny? sure thing.
flashes of a strange sweetness, that was never tainted
by any bitterness.)

simple? sure thing.
i can explain everything.
i can explain myself.
and i can almost explain you.
but it's just words. and stupid ideas-
conjectures. assumptions.
wouldn't it be nice
if you touched her just to make me jealous-
wouldn't it be nice
if you ignored me just because you didn't know what else to do-
wouldn't it be nice
if you felt agony
like me.

(and i get flashes of a strange sweetness,
that was never tainted by any bitterness)