It's been some time since I heard you say "f*ck off, you f*cking scumbag, give me my life back and let the dog in on your way out." I try to focus on what I want to say, but my four sentence diatribes turn into jumbled lies. Can't I be like Mush Mouth and bullshit my way through? If only every day could be a day for me and noone else. Can't I do anything to make you want me? Why can't I make plans and be a real man, we'd play Parcheeze like psychopaths. I'm not as stupid or f*cked up as you think. I'd be around all the time, but you'd just throw me aside. I'd rather go home alone. It won't be like this for long.