If you don't have the words, then maybe your heart is empty, now you're more machine than man. I am machine.
She told me to pack my bags and get the fuck out of the scene. I told her I didn't need to ask the questions, the dialogue burned into my mind, I knew the answers. This is a script that I have memorised. I know the adjectives that'll be used.
There's only so many times you can listen to those same words before they eat away at any of the good things I hold on to. Like a flower after bloom, wilted and dried up. This is how we are, rotten to the core.
I tell her it's a good thing we don't socialise more often, we're dangerous.