I just poured my heart out, there's bits of it on the floor, and I take what's left of it and rinse it under cold water, and call him up for more. And I say baby, yes, I feel stupid to call you, but I'm lonely. And I don't think you meant it when you said you couldn't love me. And I thought maybe if I kissed the way you do, you'd feel it too. He grabs my wrist as my fingers turn into angry fists, and I whisper βwhy can't you love me? I'll change for you, I'll play the part.β










