But we weren't joking all of the time.
It's one of those things you don't talk about cause either no one will take you seriously or they'll think you're crazy.
And you can't write about it, cause no one will bother to read it.
And even if they do, the STILL won't take it seriously.
So then it's just inside of you.
Eating away at your insides until it kills you.
Then, even if they would listen, you wouldn't tell them.
Because as much as you want it out of you, it gets lodged in your throat.
And you swallow it back up.
What I need is a stranger.
And you can't write about it, cause no one will bother to read it.
And even if they do, the STILL won't take it seriously.
So then it's just inside of you.
Eating away at your insides until it kills you.
Then, even if they would listen, you wouldn't tell them.
Because as much as you want it out of you, it gets lodged in your throat.
And you swallow it back up.
What I need is a stranger.