I’m happy to know that I could keep you company.
and that I could help you pass the time.
Too bad that was all I was good for.
Some people dissociate with alcohol.
Some with drugs.
But you chose me.
You are selfish.
In reality you do not match that pretty picture you painted for me.
Maybe if I throw up all over that pretty canvas it would mirror you better.
Actually, I think I’ll just throw it away.