don't ask me why i'm here because the best answer i can offer is that i didn't feel much like being there and don't try to make me feel dirty for picking the less-obvious choice of "here" (curiosity wasn't my only sin in this life of misplaced meaning, and it undoubtedly won't be the last) and hell, i couldn't possibly feel any more dirty than i already do don't ask me to offer more of myself to you when you know how much i've already given and don't pretend to know the truth behind this plastic smile that i so fashionably showcase when you've been telling yourself all along that you haven't even started to figure me out because when i lie in bed at night and think of all the fantasies in your mind that probably include a glimmer of me i'll cringe as i sing myself to sleep (alone, but stronger without you)
