You’ve been wagging the dog. I’ve been living on edge. You’ve been bringing me down standing out on the ledge. You were dropping the bomb. We were dropping the ball. Every day is a test, and we’re failing them all.
Just so you know, it feels like a major disaster. It feels like we’ve crossed way over the line. And god only knows, it’s some kind of daily catastrophe. Feels like I’m going out my mind. And we just let it go.
You’re never honest, and we are so far gone. You’re not an artist. You’re just running the con.