If You Love Me, Let Me Go

4

I sighed. I really missed my Seby.
I turned off the TV.
"Why'd you turn it off?" Chris asked me.
"I'm not used to watching movies without my Sebster."
"Sebster?"
"Seb's nickname."
"Oh."
"Yea." I turned on 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies' by Panic! At The Disco.
"What song is this?"
"I Write Sins, Not Tragedies."I answered. I started singing along. "I chime in with a, haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door? No. It's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality. I chime in with a, haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door? No. It's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of. Oh, well in fact, I look at it this way, I mean, technically our marriage is safe, so this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne. Oh, well in fact, well I look at it this way way, I mean technically our marriage is safe, so this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne. Yes. I chime in with a, haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door? No. It's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality. I chime in with a, haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door? No. It's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and rationality. I chime in with a, haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door? No. It's much better to face these kinds of things, with a sense of poise and ration-al-ity."
"You're a good singer." Chris said, smiling.
"No I'm not."
"Yes, you are!"
"Nuh-Uh!"
"Yes."
"Fine. Watch a movie?"
"Sure."
"Which one?"