i was consumed with proving you were a liar but what good would that do we both know the truth we were there and we lived it but then we kept rewriting and revising it rehashing and repeating it was bad for us both i was passive aggressive i m sorry i was anxious to let it all go you re no one else s problem but you sure are mine you re no one else s problem but you sure are mine so many words and they all burn like blood on my tongue so many songs and i hate singing every one i worry that i may never be satisfied i try and try and try but it s there in front of my mind bodies rotting in water into mixtures of color that blur all the time 