why is it that all of the sudden i am hit with all of this show and spectacle when i had finally resigned myself to be happy with what i have? why is it that we can never be on the same page because when i want you you are as cold as my empty bed and when you want me i'm already half-way in love with someone else? and why is it that through all of this heaviness and chaos my insides are untangled and i no longer feel like stabbing myself in the stomach with a pitchfork?