When I rang your doorbell, I think I broke it in two pieces. Your walkway plants laughed menacing, I tore them from their places. I keyed your car just to spite you I know we never had hard feelings. But, sometimes I lose control of my arms and stop from feeling. Don’t you touch. Don’t you ever ever touch me. God I, I’ll be alright. I’d ask but I don’t need an answer right now. I don’t need an answer. God I, I’ll be just fine. These kind of things just take some time When we’re on my sofa, I’m a regular Casanova. And when you leave I just forget it ever happened. Unanswered messages for days. I can’t keep going on this way. I’m pushing everything and everyone away. Don’t you touch me. Don’t you ever ever touch me. I’m a coward. I’m a coward. And I’ll always be. God I, I’ll be alright. I’d ask but I don’t need an answer right now. I don’t need an answer. God I, I’ll be just fine. These kind of things just take some time . . . I can’t get the thought of my mind. “Dear John, I’m sorry about your car.”