and i found out your secrets, one by one, saw where your path had led you from. such travel's unnatural. and i tore down your posters, two by two, made up a list of art that would get to you. and i found frames to fit. and i'll rub your back just before i cut off your head. it's better to be lucky than good, that's what you said. and i found out you've been getting through it, sanding down your skin with a patch of 40 grit. you left his smell in your clothes. and i left just one sip in the bottle, used the rest to get the curtains and to soak the carpet. and what's the next request you'll make of your friends? pretend you've been someone else this whole time. and i don't owe you anymore.