I asked you what time you'd be there - I know it's your favorite place and you frequent the weekend mornings there. you said early, I said perfect, we won't be there until later.
...except you were there. with your wife. and you called me out by name to say hi on my way to the bathroom. you don't know this but I went in to pee and ended up throwing everything up. all of my breakfast I don't normally eat. I heard someone come in, I stayed in the stall, scared to death, holding my breath just in case. I waited until they left, cleaned myself up - still nervous, I walked out of the bathroom and thank goodness your waitress was asking you both how things were. I walked quickly back to my table, got my boys - paid our bill and got out of the parking lot as fast as I could, hoping she wouldn't see what kind of car I drove.
I have so many questions. why did you call me out by name - you know she doesn't like me, you know i'm anxious, you had a smirk that looked like you were getting off about it right there at the table. is this what this is? just using me as some sort of competition that I want nothing to do with - I am in competition with no one but myself. and even that is sketchy. I don't think you'd ever be honest with me about your intentions. I've asked over and over, I gave you an out and you didn't take it, why am I entertaining this?
i'm tired of being the backup option - I gave you an out and you didn't take it.
I'm taking a blade to my old tattoo
I'm draining the blood between me and you
I'm taking a blade to my own skin
I don't know if i'm letting anyone ever touch me again.