and your bird can sing

hypocritical little girl, shut your mouth, don't be petulant.

things seem to be trembling at the slightest touch, and toppling won't be much of a surprise. my entire being is at stake here, but you remain unaffected, reassuring me, right?
there's coffee in the microwave, don't sleep.
people, places, dreams, reality all seem to be vanishing. i'm trying really hard to stay afoot but the currents catching up. i've never been too good with leftovers anyway.

it's not that way, all the time. good days, nights, or conversations with you lead to good feelings after wards. the fact that this won't last doesn't bother me for the time being, though it will when the feeling vanishes, just like-. i miss being able to think things through, but not in the way where i'd rather change my mind for it.

"i don't love you, but i want you, all the more for it."