Don't like my mouth. There's just a hole where it used to be. Can't even smile, not even if I'm happy. Don't feel obliged to love on my behalf. . Can't eat it all, I've got a lot on my plate right now.
Gina had a gun. She shot the horizon and killed the sun. We never liked the sky, Gina and I. . And when I find the words. I'll tell her you hate me and how it hurts.