Things get lost between my head and my mouth—somewhere unknown to me—and they never come back. I’m stuck. I can’t reach those things anymore, you know? Not even just to feel them. All that’s left here is this senseless knot and it scares me. ’Cause there are times when I’m so good at hiding the truth I don’t even recognize the story anymore, and it’d be totally weird if things actually happened the way I said they did. Like fiction.
