Oh Michael,
I told you things I've wanted to tell my best friend for years
You say you want to help
But isn't that what Alex said
Right before he told me his major
Right before he told me he wants to be a psychologist
I'm a project
People use me to see if their words heal
Maybe they do when you say them
But then at night
When my mind takes over
And I lay in bed, I know the reason
I confront you and you say,
"That's not the only reason I talk to you"
The problem is that it's even a fraction of the reason
You don't want to talk to me because you like me
You talk to me because I'm your project
Your practice
But I don't want your help
I don't want any help
Not anymore.
