Everyone looks familiar. Everything looks familiar. It’s as if I’ve been here before, in this lighting, with these people, holding this...

Your eyes locked with mine from across the room, the same red cup of cheap beer between our fingers. You’d walk over, a cheeky grin...

Your hands are shaking with rage, but I know you’re too tired to argue. So pretend again. Pretend you’re right, pretend you don’t love...