I’m sitting right next to you. Murmuring the words you’ve always wanted to hear. Even the ones you didn’t dare think in case it meant you should see a shrink.
It’s hard to keep my hands off you in this place, but I can be impatient and greedy, so I’ll wait this time because I can tell you’re something else.
I’ll sit on my hands and keep talking.
I can tell you’re finding it hard to sort out the truth from the pretend but it’s okay because so am I.
That’s what makes this place so special.