coping mechanisms why can't you admit you read this? it doesn't matter anymore, does it? I mean we've both established that when it comes to us--we're incapable of being responsible or fair why do you put me in a bubble? that isn't new, you know you did that before I can't compartmentalize everything bleeds into everything else you were thinking about his script when I was naked in your bed I don't think you were lost I think you read about a bead in my belly button I don't care "It demonstrates your desire" you said what we had was stupid beautiful I think it was neurotic ugly You said you felt like a fraud I told you we're both frauds but we genuinely love each other we both grew up in a way that made bullshitting second nature I meant it when I said we're kindred I think you mean a lot of what you say too When I was drunk and I said I didn't want to be boring-- I meant a certain way of life in southern suburbia I was afraid I didn't mean you You could never be boring |