Written by Jacob Ibrag
You know, I was teaching a class when you barged
in? All hysterical like someone was dying. People back
in the school probably think I’m crazy for following you.
And what is this place? Basement of some guy you used
to screw? You said you had something to tell me. I’m here
right now, listening. No distractions, no one to cut us off.
No one to tell me that I’m insane for letting you do this again.
You said goodbye and I accepted it. Took a while to move on
and now you’re trying to pull me back in. So this is it. Say
what you need to say. I need to be on my way.