Why, did I even move to this shit hole town in the first place? I don't know. I heard it was the centre of the universe, And it's true, but that kind of gravity affects a man. It affects him, and affection starts to crumble like cake. And I don't eat cake alone, cause that's depressing.
I decided, your love is an open sore on my hypothalamus. I divided, the man and his heart from the mind and his malice. And from what they tell us, That should have been harder to do. But it's what I had to do, To be so much better than you. And I'm that much better than you.
