I stood outside your house for a minute and listened and I thought I heard your mom and you fighting, and I got sad. Then a car pulled into your street and I scattered away like a cat.

I feel dumb, but I don't want to make it seem like I should be the object of attention. I'm eating ice cream. It has strawberry syrup in it and an uh-oh oreo, and it is really good, and because I am a girl I'll probably regret eating it. Mike, you woman.