JACOB&PATRICK: I would sing you a song but I lost my voice. Do not call this rape just lack of choice. I left a red X on your door. What's it for?

P: The way your feet always move. Perfect skin left so smooth. I lick the sweat from the small of your back. Plastered paint is left so wet. How unfortunate. You can’t find the words

J: Our honeymoon home on the edge of a cliff. Cloud 9 evaporated a puddle of shit. I love you less than four. You look so pathetic walking out your door

J&P: I'll take you home

J: Squee is friends with the son of Satan. He has been abducted by aliens. Squee will be so fucked up. He watched Johnny rip another man's brains out

P: Bree, bree goes the pig. Brie, brie is the cheese. Squee, Squee is the shit. Nee, Nee knows it, too. Schmee, Schmee was a bear. We, we all loved him. See, see your true self. Be, be all you can

J&P: All the salt from the sea cannot dry your eyes. And all you try to be cannot cover your disguise. You can cry all you want until water fills your lungs. And leave without singing your songs