I'm sorry you can't hold a conversation without bringing it down.
Cause I bring it up never? I hate to tell you, I don't dwell on it at all.
Actually you proved mine. You always do. I give you a chance, and you start in, taking things way too far and blaming everyone but you. Thinking is important. I know you are still all bent over whatever the fuck it was a hundred dreams ago, but I'm over it. I've been over it, so your one and only choice is to move on. This time, you stepped over the line, and now you are blaming me because you have no fucking clue. My mind is not blown.