You already know what this is. You've been here before - the version of you that keeps coming back when the day is done and the performance is over.
A real man flew Me out to see him. You get to watch what he gave Me.
Every few minutes I snap. Not because I'm thinking about you. Because I felt like it. And you'll count them. You'll notice each one. You'll sit in the silence between them wondering if the next one is coming.