This song reminds me of when you and I were at the peak of our relationship and I was having trouble sleeping. You would toss and turn, and I would lie awake, not moving an inch, just to turn over to you, watching the drool go farther and farther until it splattered on top of the semen covered sheets, and I was the only one to hear it. I couldn’t sleep that night, not even when I escaped to the supposed living room of your studio apartment that your Mother found for you, and paid for because she “loves” you that much. The sun was coming up, and I looked out your double sided windows, listening to this very song to try and rest my tired feet. Those were the days where I was full of surprises and smoked Marlboro’s and had long hair that you would sweep instead of console. Even when you were still sleeping and I would escape to make breakfast, you wouldn’t do anything but look my way and turn your head. When I left that day to never see you again, I cried for hours, but it’s nice to know that I can listen to this song again without wanting to kill you.
