• almost felt really bad
    when i woke up there and i saw
    that you had chosen the white pony
    over the boy you told you loved

    and into the sunset you go
    with a ribbon of wonderful tales you've spun
    in your hands, tying up your arms
    so that you can really feel the ride

    and while i should be able to be miserable
    i can't, for some reason, because
    pity can't be taken like medicine
    unlike some substances in this conversation

    and i've thought it out, and you know
    you can go off and be happy, if you want
    the first step to dying in your sleep
    is going to sleep.

    you look rather tired, darling