I do this thing where I think I'm real sick but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it 'cause they make you stay real still in a real small space as they chart up your insides and put them all on display. They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it; all the good that won't come out of me,
and all the stupid lies I hide behind. It's such a big mistake lying here in your warm embrace.