You might have forgotten everything
but I still remember.
So talk to me about respect. Talk to me about how much you respect yourself and I'll just nod because we both know it's not true. My life's cracking so much that I really don't need this, one other reminder that fantasy and reality are starting to collide more and more often. I guess the problem here is the fact that I can't let go. No, not you. I let go of you a long time ago. I just can't let go of the memories. So I'll stand here and we'll have a silent conversation about respect because that's what this tug of war's really about, isn't it?
I haven't found it in me to respect people for themselves, so I guess this makes my job today a whole lot easier. But I respect talent, and I know talent when I see it. To throw that away, to throw something God gave you away, and for what? Seems like a waste to me. And I do not want to respect your talent for choosing the wrong things (and the wrong people) in your life.