Because in the end, the lights are dim and the music is fading out.

The pitch is black. Think back… 

I wish I smoked according to addicts. 

Or maybe I made you cry and your car crashed.

I’m nothing but a big exaggerator, a critic. 

You love it when I freak over nothing.

There’s one I remember when we both started running.

The cops called my mother.

Now I have another story, a plot to exaggerate.

Oh no! They’re on to me now.

Put all your jokes aside and all your revelations behind you

Cause it’s about to capsize and leave you understood.

I don’t think and I don’t try. 

I love you. I should have said it a hundred times.

I love you. I love you. I love you. Etc…

I hate it that you’re hurting. Oh God! My calling card is running out of minutes.

I wish I knew more about my Dad, my Mom, my Brother and Everyone.