I dreamt that you and him were suddenly quite tight and trading notes re: my whereabouts last night. I watched you sleep and I could see right through your skin, working hard to hold everything in. I always like to make you wonder what I could do, who I would choose. Nothing you could say could sweep me off my feet. The way I fell, I was such a sight to see. I faked a smile, I put a pencil in my hair. The room was cold. I pretended not to care. Now we're falling out of orbit like lead balloons. We sank too soon. We did the best with what we could, but honest. I always like to make you wonde...