Remember

When we were kids and nothing mattered

Except for five minutes.

It was only relevant for five minutes.

And maybe I'm wrong and

I should've said yes and

I should've waited and

I should've known what to say and

I should've done the right thing.

But, what the hell is the right thing to do, anyway?

Is honesty that good of a policy?

The truth was good but sometimes it changed.

It wasn't bad, but it wasn't the same.

Maybe the truth does set you free, but

Only when it's way overdue.

You're a lot like me.

I forget it sometimes.

I've not slept in 33 hours.

I've been sick today.

My father is in the hospital.

My mother is hurting.

My sisters are scared and

I'm scared.

I know I'm being watched.