i'm getting phone calls from the insurance people again

i want to walk up to you, tell you i trust you, and then have you carry me off into some sunset.

but every fool knows that sunsets are just things we watch.

you are just an alcoholic who smokes too much, with a beard and an attitude.

being a film student does not make you indie.

everyone lately wants to know what my social insurance number is, but i don't see why.

what insurance do i need to be social? here's some money, so if you can't communicate, you won't die.

that's like life insurance, if you die, we'll give everyone else money.

but really money's the only thing cutting us all down in this world, its what prevents us from living.

i want you to let go of your vices, to stop talking down to me.

i'm not twelve anymore, i'm almost an adult, and no amount of laser tag will change that.

i dress up, sure- but i am ten times smarter than you ever were, and i'll prove that to you.

i feel monotonously unchanging, but everyone's moving along around me.

i feel social, which i suppose is why my insurance is coming up. in case it backfires.

luckily no one's been calling about the life stuff, so i should be good there.

you are not running my life, so i don't need any money.

otherwise, i swear you would kill me.