If I said I wanted to kiss you, what would you do? Would you believe me, or simply say I was drunk? I guess I'm not even sure. My mind feels foggy, my head's in a daze— so I'll do anything to feel relief. If I said— I want to spend the rest of my life with you, would you trust me or call me a fraud, crush my heart, and leave me in the dust? I guess we'll never know, and I don't plan to find out. For all I know, I could be a monster; you could be one too— we just have enough decency to pretend otherwise.