is supposed to be about us
but
I get farm
I don't understand what that means
remember that time
we did extasy on the farm
somethin kind snapped in you head
and it never snapped back
it's been haunting me
like maybe you just like me
for something I wrote once
when I was a person
I don't think I even am anymore
I don't know whether that's true
or crazy
I'd like to think
you know me
and love me
for who I am
but
sometimes I am not sure
and
I'm not sure
how much of you I make up
so
maybe
I shouldn't ask questions
maybe
maybe I can't handle the answers
goodnight sweetheart
I love you very much
