Egg came and yelled at my window last night.
"Coney!"
"what?"
"lookit, i got cereal" he showed me a box of cocoa krispies with marshmellows.
"that's nice."
"Coney, what are you doing?"
"nothing, writing. What do you want?"
"Come over, coney."
"no."
"why not, coney? Coney, do you love me?"
"I used to..."
"I could have you back in a minute"
"you keep thinking that, sugar."
Scary part is that he could. He could have me back in a minute.
He could have me in 30 seconds.
But he would just be mean to me.
Sure sure, it all starts out nice.
Then it gets ugly and I don't wanna.
Yes, i do. No, I don't.
**head explodes**