Even then we knew. Faked emotions used as a way in. Written insincerities, your insecurities, used to veil your sin. Don’t try and bring this high horse to the ground, it might just trample you on the way down. Tell me the story of how we used to be the best of friends. And I’ll show a kid too stupid to see how that would end. Contradiction, beat to death. Say again how this is all that you have left.