I wanna ask you - Do you ever sit and wonder 'it's so strange that we could be together for so long, and never know, never care what goes on in the other one's head?' Things I've felt but I've never said you said things that I never said so I'll say something that I should have said long ago: You don't know me at all. You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin or a cardboard stand-up and paint me, any face that you wanted me to be seen. We're damned by the existential moment where we saw the couple in the coma and it was we were the cliché, but we carried on anyway. So, sure, I could just close my eyes. Yeah, sure, trace and memorize, but can you go back once you know. You don't know me at all. If I'm the person that you think I am, clueless chump you seem to think I am. So easily led astray, an errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then why the fuck would you want me back?! Maybe it's because you don't know me at all. So, what I'm trying to say is...What I'm trying to tell you it's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it. You don't know me at all. What?