You asked what I was thinking, but you know I hate that question. I just went 10 minutes with a blank mind. Why do you think I'm lying this time. I think you should know you won't be saying my name again. A million things you're trying to recall, but you can't help but forget all the times I didn't call. There was reason behind the silence. I just needed you to know that I'm hanging on till you let go or the next girl shows. So, this is what you want? Well, how's it feel to want? You said you thought something about me and you. Well, here's the consequence for doing things you're not used to. Don't make me out to be the villian. I'm no nemisis for you. I'm just letting this out and this will only become another thing I look back and wonder on. This is just a paper in the basket, I shot from 10 feet across my room. You know my aim was never good. So in the metaphor that this is you, I had to pick you up and try to throw you away, again. I wished you'd take yourself out. Make it easy and unavailable. Be my hitmat and kill desire for me. Be the worst kind of person for me. Sorry, I am honest. I wasn't going to pretend. You say that's what you wanted. Well, you must not of wanted it then. I can convince myself of even the most abstract motions, turn them into reality and get off on the notion of anything. Be my alibi, so I can get off.