Did it hurt you to learn the ways that I’ve grown? Did it give you fuel for daydreams that burn? You make me nervous, even when you’re gone. Like a razor thin edge, you slide along. Please, don’t check on me anymore. I’m not your fucking friend anymore. Did it soothe something broken to know you could get in? Or did it pull at the stitches and try to rip you wide open? You make me nervous, even when you’re gone. Like a razor thin edge, you slide along. You don’t have the right anymore.