[intro|outro|retro]spective
I burnt down the house and chopped down all the trees in the backyard.
I wrote hateful letters to your family members and I taught something I didn’t believe.
We’re great friends, I just hate everything about you.
Looking through this glass window into your world, this is what I see. You’re weak and failing and I don’t feel the least bit responsible. You’re toppling head over feet down this hill and I’m grinning. I thought you were having fun.
