This is something you should know. Something I've been keeping from you. I've been around. I've seen a lot. All those times you stayed at home, I was always out there drinking a lot. I've been alone. I wish we'd have been more honest. I don't even know what you are doing now and it scares me. Metaphysical life. Metaphorical death. Always out of tune but always keeping in time. And you said don't be like this. I don't blame you. Metaphysical harm. Metaphorical truth. How was I supposed to know that you weren't happy?