i couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth. don’t you see, it’s like i’ve swallowed your house keys, and it feels so natural, like the bullet was already there, like it’s been waiting inside me the whole time. do you want it? do you want anything i have? will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands? if you love me, henry, you don’t love me in a way i understand.