Are you so eager to die,
That you'd fill your lungs with smoke?
Don't try to tell me you've got nothing to live for.
'Cause darling that's one hell of a lie, right there.
I could be the best kind of therapy.
Speaking metaphorically,
Tell you vaguely what you need to do.
Just to get you thinking.
I won't be a shrink, just a best friend,
asking questions
like: "Who do you want to be?
Can't have all thirteen personalities.
One or more must contradict somewhere."
And I was proud to be your lover.
Because it felt good, felt right.
-Matt
Yeah. This thing is just kind of a random rambling thing that came out.
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